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Matius 25:41--26:39

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Matius 25:41--26:39

• [Mat 25:41] And Will The Judge Descend?

  And will the Judge descend, And must the dead arise And not a single soul escape His all discerning eyes? And from His righteous lips Shall this dread sentence sound And through the numerous guilty throng Spread black despair around: “Depart from Me, accursed, To everlasting flame, For rebel angels first prepared, Where mercy never came”? How will my heart endure The terrors of that day When earth and Heav’n before His face Astonished shrink away? But ere that trumpet shakes The mansions of the dead, Hark from the Gospel’s cheering sound What joyful tidings spread: Ye sinners, seek His grace Whose wrath ye cannot bear; Fly to the shelter of His cross And find salvation there. So shall that curse remove, By which the Savior bled; And the last awful day shall pour His blessings on your head.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 25:41] That Awful Day Will Surely Come

  That awful day will surely come, Th’appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test. Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, Thou Sovereign of my heart! How could I bear to hear Thy voice Pronounce the sound, “Depart!” The thunder of that dismal word Would so torment my ear, ’Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear. What! to be banished from my Life, And yet forbid to die! To linger in eternal pain, Yet death forever fly! O, wretched state of deep despair! To see my God remove, And fix my doleful station where I must not taste His love. Jesus, I throw my arms around, And hang upon Thy breast; Without a gracious smile from Thee My spirit cannot rest. O, tell me that my worthless name Is graven on Thy hands; Show me some promise in Thy book Where my salvation stands! Give me one kind assuring word To sink my fears again, And cheerfully my soul shall wait Her threescore years and ten.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 25:41] Woe To The Men On Earth Who Dwell

  Woe to the men on earth who dwell, Nor dread the Almighty’s frown, When God doth all His wrath reveal, And shower His judgments down! Sinners, expect those heaviest showers, To meet your God prepare; For, lo! the seventh angel pours His phial in the air. Lo! from their seats the mountains leap, The mountains are not found; Transported far into the deep, And in the ocean drowned. Who then shall live, and face the throne, And face the Judge severe? When heaven and earth are fled and gone, O where shall I appear? Now, only now, against that hour We may a place provide; Beyond the grave, beyond the power Of hell, our spirits hide: Firm in the all destroying shock, May view the final scene; For, lo! the everlasting Rock Is cleft to take us in.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 25:42] O How Can They Look Up To Heaven?

  O how can they look up to Heaven, And ask for mercy there, Who never soothed the poor man’s pang, Nor dried the orphan’s tear? The dread omnipotence of Heaven We every hour provoke; Yet still the mercy of our God Withholds the avenging stroke. And Christ was still the healing friend Of poverty and pain; And never did imploring soul His garment touch in vain. May we with humble effort take Example from above; And thence the active lesson learn Of charity and love! But chiefly be the labor ours To shade the early plant; To guard from ignorance and guilt The infancy of want; To graft the virtues, ere the bud The canker worm has gnawed, And teach the rescued child to lisp Its gratitude to God.

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 25:46] Eternity

  Deep and grand in tones sublime, Hear the passing bells of time, Ring the dirge of moments dead, Golden hours whose joys are fled— Still those bells of time we hear, Tolling, tolling: Hark! the word: Refrain Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! In the rosy morning fair, In the sultry noonday glare, In the dewy evening bright, In the silent hush of night— Still those bells of time we hear, Tolling, tolling, loud and clear: Refrain When with breaking heart we bend, O’er a tried and faithful friend, When the parting hour draws nigh, And we catch the last “goodbye”— Still those bells of time we hear, Tolling, tolling, loud and clear: Refrain Precious word! if safe we stand On the Christian’s borderland Trusting Him, whose loving smile Lights and cheers us all the while— Bells of time with joy we hear, Tolling, tolling, sweet and clear: Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 26:26] Death Of Jesus Christ, Our Lord, The

  The death of Jesus Christ, our Lord, We celebrate with one accord; It is our comfort in distress, Our heart’s sweet joy and happiness. He blotted out with His own blood The judgment that against us stood; He full atonement for us made, And all our debt He fully paid. That this is now and ever true He gives an earnest ever new: In this His holy supper here We taste His love so sweet, so near. His Word proclaims, and we believe, That in the supper we receive His very body, as He said, His very blood for sinners shed. A precious food is this indeed— It never fails us in our need— A heavenly manna for our soul. Until we safely reach our goal. Oh, blest is each believing guest Who in this promise finds his rest; For Jesus will in love abide With those who do in Him confide. The guest that comes with true intent To turn to God and to repent, To live for Christ, to die to sin, Will thus a holy life begin. They who His Word do not believe This food unworthily receive, Salvation here will never find— May we this warning keep in mind! Help us sincerely to believe That we may worthily receive Thy supper and in Thee find rest. Amen, he who believes is blest.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 26:26] Thou Whom My Soul Admires Above

  Thou Whom my soul admires above All earthly joy and earthly love, Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know, Where do Thy sweetest pastures grow? Where is the shadow of that rock That from the sun defends Thy flock? Fain would I feed among Thy sheep Among them rest, among them sleep. Why should Thy bride appear like one That turns aside to paths unknown? My constant feet would never rove, Would never seek another love. The footsteps of Thy flock I see; Thy sweetest pastures here they be; A wondrous feast thy love prepares, Bought with Thy wounds, and groans, and tears. His dearest flesh He makes my food, And bids me drink His richest blood: Here to these hills my soul will come, Till my Belovèd lead me home.

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  source: Cyberhymnal