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The last Judgment
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #89 (1790) 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 to hear;
Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire;
I doom the painted hypocrit 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 statues 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
The last Judgement
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #96 (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 antient 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 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 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 Judgement
The last Judgement
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #96 (1787) 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 antient 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 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 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 flattered 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 Judgement
The Lord the Sov'reign, sends his Summons forth
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P50e (1766) Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the Sov'reign, sends his Summons forth,
Calls the South Nations, and awakes the North;
From East to West the sounding Order's 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:
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 'em, ye Angels, from their distant Lands.
3 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 ancient Worship, or the new,
There's no Distinction here; Come, spread their Thrones,
And near me seat my Fav'rites 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, wou'd I ask thee Food?
When did I thirst, or drink thy Bullocks Blood?
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?
7 Unthinking Wretch! how could'st thou hope to please,
A GOD, a Spirit, with such Toys as these;
While with my Grace & Statutes on thy Tongue,
Thou lov'st Deceit, and dost thy Brother wrong,
In vain to pious Forms thy Zeal pretends,
Thieves and Adult'rers 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 crooked Works amend;
Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your Friend;
Lest like a Lion his last Vengeance tear
Your trembling Souls, and no Deliv'rer near. Topics: Formal worship; God the judge; Hypocrites and hypocrisy; Judgment Day; Obedience better than sacrifice; Profession false; Saints Reward at last; Sin of Tongue Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English
The Lord the Sov'reign, sends his Summons forth
The Lord, the sov'reign, sends his summons forth
Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #111 (1790) Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the sov'reign, 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:
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 the distant lands.
3 '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 ancient worship or the new,
'There's no distinction here; come, spread their thrones,
'And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons.
4 '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.
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 drink thy bullock'a blood?
'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?
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 adult'rers are thy chosen friends.
8 '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.'
9 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. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English
The Lord, the sov'reign, sends his summons forth
The Lord the sov'reign sends his summons forth
Hymnal: Musica Sacra #43 (1819) Languages: English
The Lord the sov'reign sends his summons forth
The Lord, the Sov'reign, sends his summons forth
Hymnal: The Christian Harmonist #218 (1804)
The Lord, the Sov'reign, sends his summons forth
The Lord, the sov'reign, sends his summons forth
Hymnal: Evangelical Musick #228a (1839) Languages: English
The Lord, the sov'reign, sends his summons forth
The last Judgment
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #Le (1780) First Line: The Lord, the sov'reign sends his summons forth Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the sov'reign 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;
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.
3 Behold, my cov'nant stands for ever good,
Sealed 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, come spread their thrones,
And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons.
4 I the 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 drink thy bullocks' blood?
Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows,
Thy solemn chatt'rings, or fantastic vows?
Are my eyes charmed 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 adult'rers are thy chosen friends.
8 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.
9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise,
Awake before this dreadful morning rise;
Change your vain tho'ts, your crooked works amend,
Fly to the saviour, make the judge your friend;
Lest like a lion, his last vengeance tear
Your trembling souls, and no deliv'rer's near. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English
The last Judgment
The last Judgment
Hymnal: Psalms #50e (1793) First Line: The Lord, the sov'reign sends his summons forth Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the sov'reign 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 veng'ance sleeps no more: 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 sinner's doom;
But gather first my saints, (the Judge commands)
Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.
3 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, prepare their thrones,
And near me seat my fav'rites 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 aweful truths, that sinners dread to hear;
Sinners in Sion, 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 victim's blood?
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?
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 adult'rers are thy chosen friends.
8 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.
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 veng'ance tear
Your trembling souls, and no deliv'rer near. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English
The last Judgment
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