The Otterbein Hymnal Part 86

508 Marlow. C.M.

_Certainty of Judgment._ (1103)

That awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before the Judge And pa.s.s the solemn test.

2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, Thou Sovereign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice p.r.o.nounce the sound, "Depart!"

3 Oh, wretched state of deep despair, To see my G.o.d remove, And fix my dreadful station where I must not taste his love!

4 Oh, tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands; Show me some promise in thy book Where my salvation stands.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

509 Judgment. C.M.

_The Judgment Day._ (1106)

And must I be to judgment brought, And answer in that day, For every vain and idle thought, And every word I say?

2 Yes, every secret of my heart Shall shortly be made known, And I receive my just desert For all that I have done.

3 How careful then I ought to live!

With what religious fear, Who such a strict account must give For my behavior here.

4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, The watchful power bestow; So shall I to my ways take heed, To all I speak or do.

Charles Wesley.

510 Ewing. 7s & 6s. D.

_The New Jerusalem._

Jerusalem, the golden, With milk and honey blest!

Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed: I know not, oh, I know not, What social joys are there, What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare.

2 They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng; The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen.

3 There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, The song of them that triumph, The shout of them that feast; And they who, with their Leader, Have conquered in the light, Forever and forever Are clad in robes of white.

Bernard of Cluny, 1145.

J.M. Neale, tr., 1751.

511 Swing. 7s & 6s. D.

_Paradise of Joy._

For thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep.

The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest.

2 Oh, sweet and blessed country, The home of G.o.d's elect!

Oh, sweet and blessed country, That eager hearts expect!

Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with G.o.d the Father, And Spirit, ever blest.

Bernard of Cluny, 1145.

J.M. Neale, tr., 1751.

512 Immanuel's Land. 7s & 6s. D.

_In Immanuel's Land._

The sands of time are wasting, The dawn of heaven breaks; The summer morn I've sighed for, The fair, sweet morn awakes.

Oh, dark hath been the midnight, But day-spring is at hand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.

2 Oh, Christ, he is the fountain, The deep, sweet well of love; The streams of earth I've tasted, More deep I'll drink above.

There, to an ocean fullness, His mercy doth expand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.

3 Oh, I am my Beloved's, And my Beloved's mine; He brings a poor, vile sinner Into his house divine.

Upon the Rock of Ages My soul, redeemed, shall stand, Where glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.

Annie Ross Cousin, 1857.

513 Immanuel's Land. 7s & 6s. D.

_Heb. 11: 14._

Jerusalem, the glorious!

The glory of th' elect,-- O dear and future vision That eager hearts expect!

Ev'n now by faith I see thee, Ev'n here thy walls discern; To thee my thoughts are kindled, And strive, and pant, and yearn!

2 The cross is all thy splendor, The Crucified, thy praise; His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise;-- Jerusalem! exulting On that securest sh.o.r.e, I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, And love thee evermore!

3 O sweet and blessed country!

Shall I e'er see thy face?

O sweet and blessed country!

Shall I e'er win thy grace?-- Exult, O dust and ashes!

The Lord shall be thy part; His only, his forever, Thou shalt be, and thou art!

Bernard of Cluny, 1145.

J.M. Neale, _tr._ 1757

514 Varina. C.M. D.