Thanks for being a Hymnary.org user. You are one of more than 10 million people from 200-plus countries around the world who have benefitted from the Hymnary website in 2024! If you feel moved to support our work today with a gift of any amount and a word of encouragement, we would be grateful.

You can donate online at our secure giving site.

Or, if you'd like to make a gift by check, please make it out to CCEL and mail it to:
Christian Classics Ethereal Library, 3201 Burton Street SE, Grand Rapids, MI 49546
And may the promise of Advent be yours this day and always.

P50f. The God of Glory sends his Summons forth

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; Heaven rejoices;
Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices.

2 No more shall Atheists mock his long Delay;
His Vengeance sleeps no more; behold the Day:
Behold, the Judge descends; his Guards are nigh;
Tempests 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 Sinner's Doom;
"But gather first my Saints, (the Judge commands)
"Bring them, ye Angels, from their distant Lands.
When Christ returns, wake every chearful Passion;
And shout, ye Saints; he comes for your Salvation.

4 "Behold, my Cov'nant stands for ever good,
"Seal'd by th' eternal Sacrifice in Blood,
"And sign'd with all their Names; the Greek, the Jew,
"That paid the antient Worship, or the new.
There's no Distinction here; join all your Voices,
And raise you 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
"E'er Time began; 'tis your divine Reward.
When Christ returns, wake every chearful Passion;
And shout, ye Saints; he comes for your Salvation.

Pause.

6 "I am the Saviour, I th' Almighty GOD,
"I am the 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 & Profane,
"Now feel my Wrath, nor call my Threatnings 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 chearful Voices.

8 "Not for the Want of Goats or Bullocks slain
"Do I condemn thee; Bulls and Goats are vain
"Without the Flame 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 Bullocks 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 Vengeance, and the Saints Salvation.

10 "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing Bows,
"Thy solemn Chatt'rings and fantastick 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 Statutes on thy Tongue,
"Thou lov'st Deceit, and dost thy Brother wrong;
Judgment proceeds; Hell trembles; Heav'n rejoices;
Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices.

12 "In vain to pious Forms thy Zeal pretends,
"Thieves & 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-suffering Love;
"But didst 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 Nature joins 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."
Judgment concludes; Hell trembles; Heav'n rejoices;
Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices.

Epiphonema.

Sinners, awake betimes; ye Fools, be wise;
Awake before this dreadful Morning rise,
Change your vain Thoughts, your crooked Works amend,
Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your Friend.
Then join the Saints; Wake ev'ry chearful Passion:
When Christ returns, he comes for your Salvation.

Text Information
First Line: The God of Glory sends his Summons forth
Language: English
Publication Date: 1766
Scripture:
Topic: Formal worship; God: the judge; Hypocrites and hypocrisy (5 more...)
Notes: To the old proper Tune
Tune Information
(No tune information)



Media
More media are available on the text authority page.

Suggestions or corrections? Contact us
It looks like you are using an ad-blocker. Ad revenue helps keep us running. Please consider white-listing Hymnary.org or getting Hymnary Pro to eliminate ads entirely and help support Hymnary.org.