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0, Judge of the world, when arrayed in thy glory,
Thy summons again shall be heard from on high, While nature stands trembling and naked before
thee, And waits on thy sentence to live or to die ;
When the heaven shall fly fast from the sound
of thy thunder, And the sun, in thy lightnings, grow languid
and pale, And the sea yield her dead, and the tomb cleave
asunder, In the hour of thy terrors, let mercy prevail.
TWENTY-FIRST SUNDAY AFTER
THE sound of war! In earth and air
The volleying thunders roll:
Against the Christian's soul.
The scorner's serpent tone,
Amidst his foes alone.
Gods of the world, ye warrior host
of darkness and of air,
In vain the tempter's snare.
Though mortal nerve and bone
Undaunted, though alone.
'Tis past, 't is o'er! in foul defeat
The demon host are fled,
Their conqueror bends his head.
I lay before thy throne:
How was I then alone ?
TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY AFTER
O God, my sins are manifold, against my life
they cry, And all my guilty deeds foregone, up to thy temple
fly; Wilt thou release my trembling soul, that to des
pair is driven? · Forgive! a blessed voice replied, and thou
shalt be forgiven.' My foemen, Lord, are fierce and fell, they spurn
me in their pride, They render evil for my good, my patience they
deride ; Arise, 0 King, and be the proud to righteous
ruin driven. • Forgive!' an awful answer came, 'as thod
would'st be forgiven.' Seven times, O Lord, I pardoned them, seven
times they signed again : They practise still to work me wo, they triumph
in my pain; But let them dread my vengeance now, to just re
sentinent driven. 'Forgive !' the voice of thunder spake,' or never
TWENTY-THIRD SUNDAY AFTER
From foes that would the land devour;
From yoke of slavery ;
Good Lord, preserve us free.
Defend, O God, with guardian hand,
In faith and unity;
A flock to welcome thee.