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LXXXIV. HYMNS FOR THE WATCHNIGHT.

Hymn 1.

Thou Judge of quick and dead,
Before whose bar severe
With holy joy, or guilty dread
We all shall soon appear;
Our caution'd souls prepare
For that tremendous day,
And fill us now with watchful care,
And stir us up to pray.
To pray, and wait the hour,
The awful hour unknown,
When robed in majesty, and power,
Thou shalt from heaven come down,
The' immortal Son of Man,
To judge the human race,
With all Thy Father's dazzling train,
With all Thy glorious grace.

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To damp our earthly joys,
To' increase our gracious fears,
For ever let the archangel's voice
Be sounding in our ears,
The solemn midnight cry,
“Ye dead, the Judge is come,
Arise, and meet Him in the sky,
And meet your instant doom.”
O! may we thus be found
Obedient to his word,
Attentive to the trumpet's sound,
And looking for our Lord:
O! may we thus ensure
Our lot among the blest,
And watch a moment to secure
An everlasting rest.