Chapter XXIV: Appendix: (page 118)

THE LAST JUDGMENT.
BY THOMAS OLIVERS.

Come, immortal King of Glory,
Now in Majesty appear,
Bid the nations stand before Thee,
Each his final doom to hear,

Come to judgment,
Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come.

Speak the word, and lo! all nature
Flies before Thy glorious face,
Angels sing your great Creator,
Saints proclaim His sovereign grace,
While ye praise Him,
Lift your heads and see Him come.

See His beauty all resplendent,
View Him in His glory shine,
See His majesty transcendent,
Seated on His throne sublime:
Angels praise Him,
Saints and angels praise the Lamb.

Shout aloud, ye heavenly choirs,
Trumpet forth Jehovah’s praise;
Trumpets, voices, hearts and lyres!
Speak the wonders of His grace!
Sound before Him
Endless praises to His name.

Ransom’d sinners, see His ensign
Waving thro’ the purpled air!
‘Midst ten thousand lightnings daring,
Jesus’ praises to declare;
How tremendous
Is this dreadful, joyful day.

Crowns and sceptres fall before Him,
Kings and conquerors own His sway,
Fearless potentates are trembling,
While they see His lightnings play:
How triumphant
Is the world’s Redeemer now.

Noon-day beauty in its lustre
Doth in Jesus’ aspect shine,
Blazing comets are not fiercer
Than the flaming eyes Divine:
O, how dreadful
Doth the Crucified appear.

Hear His voice as mighty thunder,
Sounding in eternal roar!
Far surpassing many waters
Echoing wide from shore to shore:
Hear His accents
Through th’ unfathom’d deep resound:

“Come,” He saith, “ye heirs of glory,
Come, the purchase of my blood;
Bless’d ye are, and bless’d ye shall be,
Now ascend the mount of God;
Angels guard them
To the realms of endless day.”

See ten thousand flaming seraphs
From their thrones as lightnings fly;
“Take,” they cry, “your seats above us,
Nearest Him who rules the sky:
Favorite sinners,
How rewarded are you now!”

Haste and taste celestial pleasure;
Haste and reap immortal joys;
Haste and drink the crystal river;
Lift on high your choral voice,
While archangels
Shout aloud the great Amen.

But the angry Lamb’s determin’d
Every evil to descry;
They who have His love rejected
Shall before His vengeance fly,
When He drives them
To their everlasting doom.

Now, in awful expectation,
See the countless millions stand;
Dread, dismay, and sore vexation,
Seize the helpless, hopeless band;
Baleful thunders,
Stop and hear Jehovah’s voice!

“Go from me,” He saith, “ye cursed—
Ye for whom I bled in vain—
Ye who have my grace refused—
Hasten to eternal pain!”
How victorious
Is the conquering _Son of Man_!

See, in solemn pomp ascending,
Jesus and His glorious train;
Countless myriads now attend Him,
Rising to th’ imperial plain;
Hallelujah!
To the bless’d Immanuel’s name!

In full triumph see them marching
Through the gates of massy light;
While the city walls are sparkling
With meridian’s glory bright;
How stupendous
Are the glories of the Lamb!

On His throne of radiant azure,
High above all heights He reigns—
Reigns amidst immortal pleasure,
While refulgent glory flames;
How diffusive
Shines the golden blaze around!

All the heavenly powers adore Him,
Circling round his orient seat;
Ransom’d saints with angels vying,
Loudest praises to repeat;
How exalted
Is His praise, and how profound!

Every throne and every mansion,
All ye heavenly arches ring;
Echo to the Lord salvation,
Glory to our glorious King!
Boundless praises
All ye heavenly orbs resound.

Praise be to the Father given,
Praise to the Incarnate Son,
Praise the Spirit, one and Seven,
Praise the mystic Three in One;
Hallelujah!
Everlasting praise be Thine!

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