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The Lord, the sovereign, sends his summons forth
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Columbian Repository #243 (1803)
The Lord, the sovereign, sends his summons forth
The Lord, the sovereign, sends his summons forth
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Harmonia Ecclesiae #d245 (1853) Languages: English
The Lord, the sovereign, sends his summons forth
The Lord, the sovereign, sends his summons forth
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Harmonia Sacra. 14th ed. #d297 (1871)
The Lord, the sovereign, sends his summons forth
The Lord, the sovereign, sends his summons forth
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Harmonia Sacra, being a Compilation of Church Music. 10th ed #d304 (1860) Languages: English
The Lord, the sovereign, sends his summons forth
The Lord, the sovereign, sends his summons forth
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Christian Harmony #d330 (1873)
The Lord, the sovereign, sends his summons forth
The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #683 (1835)
The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth
The Lord, the sov'reign sends his summons forth
Hymnal: Songs of Zion #44 (1821) Lyrics: The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth,Calls the south nations and awakes the north;From east to west the sounding orders spread,Through distant worlds and regions of the dead:No more shall atheists mock his long delay;His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day! Tune Title: MORIAH
The Lord, the sov'reign sends his summons forth
Psalm 50
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.116 (1806) Meter: Irregular First Line: The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth Lyrics:
The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth,
Calls the south nations and awakes the north;
From east to west the sounding orders spread,
Through distant worlds and regions of the dead:
No more shall atheists mock his long delay;
His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day!
Behold, the Judge descends, his guards are nigh;
Tempest and fire attend him down the sky:
Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come
To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom:
"But gather first my saints," the Judge commands,
"Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.
"Behold, my cov'nant stands for ever good,
Sealed by th' eternal Sacrifice in blood,
And signed with all their names; the Greek, the Jew,
That paid the ancient worship or the new,
There's no distinction here; come, spread their thrones,
And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons.
"I, their Almighty Savior and their God,
I am their Judge: ye heav'ns, proclaim abroad
My just eternal sentence, and declare
Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear:
Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire;
I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.
"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;
Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed,
Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed.
"If I were hungry, would I ask thee food?
When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks' blood?
Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows,
Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows?
Are my eyes charmed thy vestments to behold,
Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?
"Unthinking wretch! how couldst 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?
In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,
Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends.
"Silent I waited with long-suff'ring love,
But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove?
And cherish such an impious thought within,
That God, the Righteous, would indulge thy sin?
Behold my terrors now: my thunders roll,
And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul."
Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise;
Awake before this dreadful morning rise;
Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend,
Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend
Lest, like a lion, his last vengeance tear
Your trembling souls, and no deliv'rer near.
Topics: Judgment day; Sinner and saint's portion; God the judge; Hypocrites and hypocrisy; Sins of tongue; Formal worship; Obedience better than sacrifice; Professions false; Saints rewarded at last Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English
Psalm 50
The last Judgement
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #Le (1785) First Line: The Lord, the sovereign sends his summons forth Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the sovereign sends his summons forth,
Calls the south nations, and awakes the north;
From East to West the sounding orders spread
Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead;
No more shall atheists mock his long delay;
His vengeance sleeps no mor;: behold the day!
2 Behold the judge descends; his guards are nigh,
Tempest and fire attend him down the sky;
Heav'n, earth and hell, draw near; let all things come
To hear his justice and the sinners doom:
But gather first my saints (the judge commands)
Bring them, ye angels from their distant lands.
3 Behold my covenant 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 ancient worship or the new,
There's no distinction here, prepare their thrones,
And near me seat my favorites and my sons.
4 I, their almighty saviour and their GOD,
I am their judge; Ye heav'ns proclaim abroad
My just, eternal sentence and declare
Those awful truths, that sinners dread to hear;
Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire;
I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.
5 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;
Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed,
Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed.
6 If I were hungry, would I ask thee food?
When did I thirst, or taste the victims blood?
Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows,
Thy solemn chatterings and fantastick vows?
Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold,
Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?
7 Unthinking wretch! how couldst 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;
In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,
Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends.
8 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 GOD, the righteous would indulge thy sin?
Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll,
And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.
9 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;
Lest like a lion his last vengeance tear
Your trembling souls and no deliverer near. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English
The last Judgement
The last Judgment
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #89 (1786) First Line: The Lord, the sovereign sends his summons forth Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the sovereign sends his summons forth,
Calls the south nations, and awakes the north;
From East to West the sounding orders spread
Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead;
No more shall atheists mock his long delay;
His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day.
2 Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh,
Tempest and fire attend him down the sky;
Heaven, earth and hell, draw near; let all things come
To hear his justice and the sinners' doom;
But gather first my saints (the Judge commands)
Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.
3 Behold my covenant 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, prepare their thrones,
And near me seat my favourites and my sons.
4 I, their almighty Saviour and their God,
I am their Judge; Ye heavens proclaim abroad
My just, eternal sentence, and declare,
Those awful truths, that sinners dread o hear;
Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire;
I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.
5 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 offerings that were mine before;
Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed,
Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed.
6 If I were hungry, would I ask thee food?
When did I thirst, or taste the victim's blood?
Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows,
Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows?
Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold,
Glaring in gems, and gay, in woven gold?
7 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;
In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,
Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends.
8 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 God, the righteous would indulge thy sin?
Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll,
And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.
9 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;
Lest like a lion his last vengeance tear
Your trembling souls, and no deliverer near. Topics: God the judge; Hypocrites and hypocrisy; Incarnation and sacrifice of Christ; Judgment Day; Obedience better than sacrifice; Profession false; Saints Reward at last; Sins of tongue; God the judge; Hypocrites and hypocrisy; Incarnation and sacrifice of Christ; Judgment Day; Obedience better than sacrifice; Profession false; Saints Reward at last; Sins of tongue Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English
The last Judgment
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