50 (1) | Psalm 50 Version 1 | 10 10. 10 10. 11 11 | |
THE God of glory sends His summons forth, Calls southern 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; Heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. |
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2 | No more shall atheists mock His long delay; His vengeance sleeps no morebehold the Day! Behold the Judge descends, His guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend Him from the sky. When He appears, all nature shall adore Him, While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before Him. |
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3 | ‘Here,’ saith the Lord to angels, ‘spread their thrones, And near Me seat My favourites and My sons.’ ‘Come, My redeemed, possess the joys prepared Ere time began; ’tis your divine reward.’ When Christ returns, arise with exultation, Sing ransomed saints, He comes for your salvation. |
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4 | Sinners awake! O foolish ones, be wise! Awake before this awesome morning rise. Change your vain thoughts, your sinful works amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your Friend; Then with the ransomed join in adoration, When Christ returns, He comes for your salvation. |
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Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |