1 The God of glory sends his summons forth,
Calls the south nations and awakes the north;
From east to west the sov'reign orders spread,
Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead.
The trumpet sounds, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices;
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.
2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay;
His veng'ance sleeps no more: behold the day;
Behold, the Judge descends; his guards are nigh;
Tempest and fire attend him down the sky.
When God appears, all nature shall adore him;
While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.
3 "Heav'n, earth and hell draw near; let all things come
"To hear my justice and the sinners doom:
"But gather first my saints, the Judge commands:
"Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.
When Christ returns, wake ev'ry cheerful passion;
And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation.
4 "Behold my cov'nant stands forever good,
"Seal'd by th'eternal sacrifice in blood,
"And sign'd with all their names; the Greek the Jew
"That paid the ancient worship or the new.
There's no distinction here; join all your voices,
And raise your heads, ye saints. for heav'n rejoices.
5 "Here (saith the Lord) ye angels spread their thrones,
"And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons,
"Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepar'd
"Ere time began, 'tis your divine reward.
When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion;
And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation.
Pause the First.
6 "I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God,
"The sov'reign Judge: ye heav'ns proclaim abroad
"My just eternal sentence, and declare
"Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear.
When God appears, all nature shall adore him,
While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.
7 "Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer and profane,
"Now feel my wrath, nor call my threatenings vain;
"Thou hypocrite, once drest in saint's attire,
"I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.
Judgment proceeds, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices;
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.
8 "Not for the want of goats, or bullocks slain
"Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain
"Without the flames of love; in vain the store
"Of brutal off'rings that were mine before.
Earth is the Lord's, all nature shall adore him;
While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.
9 "If I were hungry, would I ask thee food?
"When did I thirst or drink thy bullock's blood?
"Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed,
"Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed.
All is the Lord's, he rules the wide creation;
Gives sinners veng'ance, and the saints salvation.
10 "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows,
"Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows?
"Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold
"Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?
God is the judge of hearts, no fair disguises
Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises.
Pause the Second.
11 "Unthinking wretch! how could'st thou hope to please
"A God, a spirit, with such toys as these?
"While with my grace and statues on thy tongue,
"Thou lov'st deceit, and do'st thy brother wrong.
Judgment proceeds, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices;
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.
12 "In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends;
"Thieves and adult'rers are thy chosen friends:
"While the false flatt'rer at my altar waits,
"His harden'd soul divine instruction hates.
God is the judge of hearts, no fair disguises
Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises.
13 "Silent I waited with long-suff'ring love;
"But did'st thou hope that I should ne'er reprove?
"And cherish such an impious thought within,
"That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin?
See God appears, all nations join t'adore him;
Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him.
14 "Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll,
"And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul;
"Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear
"Thy bleeding heart and no deliv'rer near.
Judgement concludes, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices;
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.
Epiphonema.
15 "Sinners awake betimes; ye fools be wise;
"Awake before this dreadful morning rise:
"Change your vain thoughts, your sinful works amend,
"Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend.
Then join ye saints, wake ev'ry cheerful passion;
When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation.
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