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The last Judgement; or, the Saints rewarded

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #93 (1786) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: The Lord, the Judge, before his throne Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the Judge before his throne, Bids the whole earth draw nigh, The nations near the rising sun, And near the Western sky. 2 No more shall bold blasphemers say, Judgement will ne'er begin; No more abuse his long delay To impudence and sin. 3 Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come, Bright flames prepare his way, Thunder and darkness, fire and storm, Lead on the dreadful day. 4 Heaven from above his call shall hear, Attending angels come, And earth and hell shall know, and fear His justice and their doom. 5 "But gather all my saints (he cries) "That made their peace with God, "By the Redeemer's sacrifice, "And seal'd it with his blood. 6 "Their faith and works, brought forth to light, "Shall make the world confess "My sentence of reward is right, "And heaven adore my grace." Scripture: Psalm 50:1-6 Languages: English

The last Judgement; or, the Saints Rewarded

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #93 (1787) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: The Lord, the Judge, before his throne Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the Judge before his throne, Bids the whole earth draw nigh, The nations near the rising sun, And near the Western sky. 2 No more shall bold blasphemers say, Judegment will ne'er begin; No more abuse his long delay To impudence and sin. 3 Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come, Bright flames prepare his way, Thunder and darkness, fire and storm, Lead on the dreadful day. 4 Heaven from above his call shall hear, Attending angels come, And earth and hell shall know, and fear His justice and their doom. 5 "But gather all my saints (he cries) "That made their peace with God, "By the Redeemer's sacrifice, "And seal'd it with his blood. 6 "Their faith and works, brought forth to light, "Shall make the world confess "My sentence of reward is right, "And heaven adore my grace." Scripture: Psalm 50:1-6 Languages: English

The Judgement of Hypocrites

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #94b (1786) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: When Christ to judgement shall descend Lyrics: 1 When Christ to judegment shall descend, And saints surround their Lord, He calls the nations to attend, And hear his awful word. 2 “Not for the want of bullocks slain "Will I the world reprove; "Altars and rites, and forms are vain "Without the fire of love. 3 "And what have hypocrites to do "To bring their sacrifice? "They call my statutes just and true, "But deal in theft and lies. 4 "Could you expect to ’scape my sight, "And sin without controul? "But I shall bring your crimes to light, "With anguish in your soul." 5 Consider, ye, that slight the Lord, Before his wrath appear; If once you fall beneath his sword, There’s no deliverer there. Scripture: Psalm 50:21-22 Languages: English

The Judgement of Hypocrites

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #94b (1787) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: When Christ to judgement shall descend Lyrics: 1 When Christ to judgement shall descend, And saints surround their Lord, He calls the nations to attend, And hear his awful word. 2 “Not for the want of bullocks slain "Will I the world reprove; "Altars and rites, and forms are vain "Without the fire of love. 3 "And what have hypocrites to do "To bring their sacrifice? "They call my statutes just and true, "But deal in theft and lies. 4 "Could you expect to ’scape my sight, "And sin without controul? "But I shall bring your crimes to light, "With anguish in your soul." 5 Consider, ye, that slight the Lord, Before his wrath appear; If once you fall beneath his sword, There’s no deliverer there. Scripture: Psalm 50:21-22 Languages: English

Psalm 50

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.116 (1806) Meter: Irregular Topics: Sins of tongue First Line: The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth Lyrics: The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north; From east to west the sounding orders spread, Through distant worlds and regions of the dead: No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day! Behold, the Judge descends, his guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend him down the sky: Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom: "But gather first my saints," the Judge commands, "Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. "Behold, my cov'nant stands for ever good, Sealed by th' eternal Sacrifice in blood, And signed with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship or the new, There's no distinction here; come, spread their thrones, And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons. "I, their Almighty Savior and their God, I am their Judge: ye heav'ns, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. "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 off'rings that were mine before; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed. "If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks' blood? Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows? Are my eyes charmed thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? "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? In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. "Silent I waited with long-suff'ring love, But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That God, the Righteous, would indulge thy sin? Behold my terrors now: my thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul." Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend Lest, like a lion, his last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliv'rer near. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

Psalm 50

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.117 (1806) Topics: Sins of tongue First Line: The God of glory sends his summons forth Lyrics: The God of glory sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north; From east to west the sovereign orders spread, Through distant worlds and regions of the dead: The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 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. "Heav'n, 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. "Behold, my cov'nant stands for ever good, Sealed by th' eternal Sacrifice in blood, And signed 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 heav'n rejoices. "Here," saith the Lord, "ye angels, spread their thrones And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons: Come, my redeemed, possess the joys prepared Ere time began; 'tis your divine reward." When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation "I am the Savior, I th' Almighty God, I am the Judge: ye heav'ns, 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. "Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer, and profane, Now feel my wrath, nor call my threat'nings vain: Thou hypocrite, once dressed in saints' attire, I doom the painted hypocrite to fire." Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. "Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flame of love; in vain the store Of brutal off'rings, that were mine before." Earth is the Lord's, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. "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. "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows? Are my eyes charmed 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. "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; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. "In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends; While the false flatt'rer at my altar waits, His hardened soul divine instruction hates." God is the Judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. "Silent I waited with long-suff'ring 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. "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 deliv'rer near." Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend: Then join the saints, wake every cheerful passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners; or, The Promise and Signs of Christ's coming in Judgement

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #22b (1786) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: Help, Lord, for men of virutue fail Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail, Religion looses ground! The sons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound; 2 Their oaths and promises they break, Yet act the flatterer’s part; With fair deceitful lips they speak, And with a double heart. 3 If we reprove some hateful lie, They scorn our faithful word: "Are not our lips our own," they cry, "And who shall be our Lord?" 4 Scoffers appear on every side, Where a vile race of men Is rais'd to seats of power and pride, And bears the sword in vain. Pause. 5 Lord, when iniquities abound, And blasphemy grows bold, When faith is rarely to be found, And love is waxing cold: 6 Is not thy chariot hastening on? Hast thou not given this sign? May we not trust and live upon A promise so divine? 7 "Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise, "And make th' oppressors flee; "I shall appear to their surprise, "And set my servants free." 8 Thy word, like silver seven times try'd, Through ages shall endure; The men that in thy truth confide, Shall find thy promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English

Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners; or, The Promise and Signs of Christ's coming in Judgment

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #22b (1790) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: Help, Lord, for men of virutue fail Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail, Religion looses ground! The sons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound; 2 Their oaths and promises they break, Yet act the flatterer’s part; With fair deceitful lips they speak, And with a double heart. 3 If we reprove some hateful lie, They scorn our faithful word: "Are not our lips our own," they cry, "And who shall be our Lord?" 4 Scoffers appear on every side, Where a vile race of men Is rais'd to seats of power and pride, And bears the sword in vain. Pause. 5 Lord, when iniquities abound, And blasphemy grows bold, When faith is rarely to be found, And love is waxing cold: 6 Is not thy chariot hasting on? Hast thou not given this sign? May we not trust and live upon A promise so divine? 7 "Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise, "And make th' oppressors flee; "I shall appear to their surprise, "And set my servants free." 8 Thy word, like silver seven times try'd, Through ages shall endure; The men that in thy truth confide, Shall find thy promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English

Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners; or, The Promise and Signs of Christ's coming in Judgement

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #26 (1786) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: Help, Lord, for men of virutue fail Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail, Religion looses ground! The sons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound; 2 Their oaths and promises they break, Yet act the flatterer’s part; With fair deceitful lips they speak, And with a double heart. 3 If we reprove some hateful lie, They scorn our faithful word: "Are not our lips our own," they cry, "And who shall be our Lord?" 4 Scoffers appear on every side, Where a vile race of men Is rais'd to seats of power and pride, And bears the sword in vain. Pause. 5 Lord, when iniquities abound, And blasphemy grows bold, When faith is rarely to be found, And love is waxing cold: 6 Is not thy chariot hastening on? Hast thou not given this sign? May we not trust and live upon A promise so divine? 7 "Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise, "And make th' oppressors flee; "I shall appear to their surprise, "And set my servants free." 8 Thy word, like silver seven times try'd, Through ages shall endure; The men that in thy truth confide, Shall find thy promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English

Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners; or, The Promise and Signs of Christ's coming in Judgement

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #26 (1787) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: Help, Lord, for men of virutue fail Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail, Religion looses ground! The sons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound; 2 Their oaths and promises they break, Yet act the flatterer’s part; With fair deceitful lips they speak, And with a double heart. 3 If we reprove some hateful lie, They scorn our faithful word: "Are not our lips our own," they cry, "And who shall be our Lord?" 4 Scoffers appear on every side, Where a vile race of men Is rais'd to seats of power and pride, And bears the sword in vain. Pause. 5 Lord, when iniquities abound, And blasphemy grows bold, When faith is rarely to be found, And love is waxing cold: 6 Is not thy chariot hastening on? Hast thou not given this sign? May we not trust and live upon A promise so divine? 7 "Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise, "And make th' oppressors flee; "I shall appear to their surprise, "And set my servants free." 8 Thy word, like silver seven times try'd, Through ages shall endure; The men that in thy truth confide, Shall find thy promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English