Wesley Corpus

When thou with clouds shalt come, To judge the nations at thy bar ; And tell me, Lord, shall I be there, To meet a joyful doom ? 5 Be this my one great business here, With serious industry and fear Eternal bliss to' ensure : Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, And suffer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure. G Then, Saviour, then, my soul receive, Transported from this vale to live And reign with thee above ; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full supreme delight, And everlasting love. HYMN 60. 8's Sf Vs. 1 TMGHTEOUS God! whose vengeful phials AV All our fears and thoughts exceed, Big with woes and fiery trials, Hanging, bursting o'er our head ; While thou visitest the nations, Thy selected people spare ; Arm our caution'd souls with patience, Fill our humbled hearts with prayer. 2 If thy dreadful controversy With all flesh is now begun, In thy wrath remember mercy ; Mercy first and last be shown ; Describing Judgment. 6«3 Plead thy cause with sword and fire, Shake us till the curse remove, Till thou com'st, the world's desire, Conquering all with sovereign love. 3 Every fresh alarming token More confirms the faithful word ; Nature (for its Lord hath spoken) Must be suddenly restored : From this national confusion, From this ruin'd earth and skies, See the times of restitution, See the new creation rise ! 4 Vanish, then, this world of shadows ; Pass the former things away : Lord, appear ! appear to glad us With the dawn of endless day ! O conclude this mortal story, Throw this universe aside ! Come, eternal King of Glory, Now descend, and take thy bride ! HYMN 61. TsSf&s. 1 OTAND the' omnipotent decree : ^ Jehovah's will be done ! Nature's end we wait to see, And hear her final groan : Let this earth dissolve, and blend In death the wicked and the just ; Let those ponderous orbs descend, And grind us into dust. 2 Rests secure the righteous man ! At his Redeemer's beck, Sure to' emerge, and rise again, And mount above the wreck ; 04 Describing Judgment. Lo ! the heavenly spirit towers, Like flame, o'er nature's funeral pyre, Triumphs in immortal powers, And claps his wings of fire ! 3 Nothing hath the just to lose,