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The Psalms Of David by Isaac Watts

Psalm 50:6. To the old proper Tune. The last judgment.

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 cheerful 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 |Heaven, 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 cheerful passion,
And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation.

4 |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: join all your voices,
And raise your heads, ye saints, for heaven rejoices.

5 |Here (saith the Lord) ye angels, spread their thrones: |And near me seat my favorites 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,
|I am the Judge: ye heavens, 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; heaven 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 offerings 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 chatterings 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 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!|
Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices:
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.

12 |In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,
|Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends;
|While the false flatterer 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 deliverer near:|
Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heaven 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 crooked works amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend:
Then join the saints: wake every cheerful passion;
When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation.

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