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[Parable 5.] Part the Second.
The End of the World.
1
To meet their Judge, to hear their doom,
From the deep slumbers of the tomb,
The countless generations past
Wake, at the angel's “trumpet blast!”
2
Behold the ransom'd lift their head,
The world in flames around them spread;
While, as a scroll, upon that day,
The elements dissolve away!
3
Yet they, unmoved, behold the scene,
In hope composed, in faith serene,
Assured, 'mid crowds aghast with fear,
That their redemption draweth near.
4
The scoffer, hence, will scoff no more!
The sinner's triumph now is o'er!
Heaven's thunders, rolling through the air,
Their hearts, for fiercer wrath, prepare!
5
Arising from their narrow bed,
No wings, protecting angels spread!
On nature's wreck, as round they gaze,
Th' undying worm upon them preys!
6
Is there no hope?—no lofty tower,
To cheer, and shield them, in this hour?
He, who alone could soothe and save,
To judgment calls them from the grave!
7
While the redeem'd in God rejoice,
The wicked hear their Sovereign's voice
Cry, “Go, ye cursed!” who shall say
How dread, to be the Castaway!
8
Sinner! while yet thou breath'st the air,
To meet thy angry Judge, prepare!
To the one only refuge fly!
And on a Saviour's blood rely!
