II. How the poor sailors stand amaz'd and tremble! While the hoarse thunder, like a bloody trumpet, Roars aloud onset to the gaping waters Quick to devour them. III. Such shall the noise be, and the wild disorder, (If things eternal may be like those earthly) Such the dire terror when the great arch angel IV. Shakes the creation; Tears the strong pillars of the vault of heaven, Breaks up old marble, the repose of princes; See the graves open, and the bones arising, Flames all around 'em! y. Hark, the shrill outcries of the guilty wretches! Lively bright horror, and amazing anguish, Stare through their eyelids, while the living worm lies Gnawing within them. VI. Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings, And the smart twings, when the eye beholds The lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of veng'ance Rolling afore him. VII. Hopeless Immortals! how they scream and shiver, While devils push them to the pit wideyawning, Hideous and gloomy, to receive them headlong Down to the center. VIII. Stop here, my fancy: (all away, ye horrid Thron'd, yet adoring! IX. O may I sit there when he comes triumph ant, Dooming the nations! then ascend to glory, While our hosannas all along the passage Shout the Redeemer, ·E HYMN LIII. C. M. I. ARTH has detain'd me a prisoner long, My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue, II. Tir'd in my thoughts I stretch me down, And upward glance my eyes, Upward, my Father, to thy throne, III. There the dear MAN my Saviour sits, The GOD, how bright he shines! And scatters infinite delights On all the happy minds. IV. Seraphs with elevated strains v. JESUS, the LORD, their harps employs; VI. Hark, how beyond the narrow bounds VII. How on the Father's breast he lay, Or heavens began to roll. VIII. And now they sink the lofty tone, IX. O sacred beauties of the MAN! X. Then how he look'd, and how he smil'd, XI. At his command the blind awake, XII. He shed a thousand blessings round XIII. Thus while with unambitious strife XIV. In the full choir a broken string XV. Seraph and saint, with drooping wings, No blooming trees, nor bubbling springs, While JESUS sleeps in death. XVI. Then all at once to living strains Break up the tomb, and burst his chains, XVII. Around the flaming army throngs XVIII. In awful state the conquering GoD XIX. Now let me rise, and join their song, My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue, XX. I would begin the music here, XXI. There, ye that love my Saviour, sit, |