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Selina Shirley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come,
To take thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand?
Verse 2
I love to meet thy people now,
Before thy feet with them to bow,
Though vilest of them all;
But--can I bear the piercing thought?--
What if my name should be left out,
When thou for them shalt call?
Verse 3
O Lord, prevent it by thy grace;
Be thou my only hiding-place,
In this th’ accepted day;
Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall, I pray.
Verse 4
And when the final trump shall sound,
Among thy saints let me be found,
To bow before thy face;
Then in triumphant strains I’ll sing,
While heaven’s resounding mansions ring
With praise of sovereign grace.
Selina Shirley, “When Thou, My Righteous Judge, Shalt Come”
Otterbein 1890 No. 506 · C.P.M · Meribah
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Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
Between two boundless seas I stand,--
Yet how insensible!
A point of time--a moment’s space--
Removes me to yon heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell!
Verse 2
O God! my inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtless heart
Eternal things impress;
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And save me, ere it be too late!
Wake me to righteousness.
Verse 3
Be this my one great business here,
With holy trembling, holy fear,
To make my calling sure;
Thine utmost counsel to fulfill,
To suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure!
Verse 4
Then Savior! then my soul receive,
Transported from the earth, to live
And reign with thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope, in full supreme delight,
And everlasting love.
Charles Wesley, “Lo! on a Narrow Neck of Land”
Otterbein 1890 No. 507 · C.P.M · Meribah
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Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
That awful day will surely come,
Th’ appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before the Judge
And pass the solemn test.
Verse 2
Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,
Thou Sovereign of my heart,
How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the sound, “Depart!”
Verse 3
Oh, wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove,
And fix my dreadful station where
I must not taste his love!
Verse 4
Oh, tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on thy hands;
Show me some promise in thy book
Where my salvation stands.
Isaac Watts, “That Awful Day Will Surely Come”
Otterbein 1890 No. 508 · C.M · Marlow
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Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
And must I be to judgment brought,
And answer in that day,
For every vain and idle thought,
And every word I say?
Verse 2
Yes, every secret of my heart
Shall shortly be made known,
And I receive my just desert
For all that I have done.
Verse 3
How careful then I ought to live!
With what religious fear,
Who such a strict account must give
For my behavior here.
Verse 4
Thou awful Judge of quick and dead,
The watchful power bestow;
So shall I to my ways take heed,
To all I speak or do.
Charles Wesley, “And Must I Be to Judgment Brought”
Otterbein 1890 No. 509 · C.M · Judgment
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