HYMN LXXVIII. The great Assize

Lo! th' Almighty King of Glory, Sends his awful Summons forth! Calls the Nations all before him, From the East, South, West and North! His loud Trumpet, his loud Trumpet, his loud, &c Rend the Tombs, the dead awake.

Now behold the dead arising: Great and small before him stand: Not one Soul forgot or missing: None his Orders countermand, All stand waiting, all stand waiting, all stand waiting For their last decisive Doom.

Now the Saviour once despised, Comes to judge the quick and dead: See his Foes, each one with Horror Lifting up his guilty Head; How they Tremble, how they Tremble, how, &c. At the Lamb's tremendous Bar!

Now they see him on the Rain-bow With his countless Guards around: Saints and Angels his Retinue, With their Harps of sweetest sound: Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Echoes sweet from all the Choir.

Now his Chosen gladly meet him, All seraphic, all divine! Lo they join the glorious Army, Whose bright Robes the Sun out-shine! All Triumphant! all Triumphant! all Triumphant! See the grand redeemed Throng.

Then behold the dreadful Sentence On the Foes of Christ is past, Down to Hell, without Repentance, All the guilty Croud is cast; While the ransom'd, while the ransom'd, while, &c. All applaud the righteous Doom.

Now attend the noble Army, Wash'd in their Redeemer's Blood; Swift and Joyful is their Journey, To the Palace of their God! All Victorious, all Victorious, all Victorious. Hallelujah to the Lamb.