Psalm 50:3. 1 5 8 16 21 22. 3d Part. C. M. The judgement of hypocrites. 1 When Christ to judgment shall descend And saints surround their Lord, He calls the nations to attend, And hear his awful word. 2 "Not for the want of bullocks slain "Will I the world reprove; "Altars and rites and forms are vain, "Without the fire of love. 3 "And what have hypocrites to do "To bring their sacrifice? "They call my statutes just and true, "But deal in theft and lies. 4 "Could you expect to 'scape my sight, "And sin without control? "But I shall bring your crimes to light, "With anguish in your soul." 5 Consider, ye that slight the Lord, Before his wrath appear; If once you fall beneath his sword, There's no deliverer there. Psalm 50:4. L. M. Hypocrisy exposed. 1 The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns, Let hypocrites attend and fear, Who place their hope in rites and forms, But make not faith nor love their care. 2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name With lips of falsehood and deceit; A friend or brother they defame, And soothe and flatter those they hate. 3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong; Yet dare to seek their Maker's face; They take his covenant on their tongue, But break his laws, abuse his grace. 4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean, Defil'd with lust, defil'd with blood; By night they practise every sin, By day their mouths draw near to God. 5 And while his judgments long delay, They grow secure and sin the more; They think he sleeps as well as they, And put far off the dreadful hour. 6 O dreadful hour! when God draws near, And sets their crimes before their eyes! His wrath their guilty souls shall tear, And no deliverer dare to rise. Psalm 50:5. To a new Tune. The last judgment. 1 The Lord the Sovereign sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From east to west the sounding orders spread Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead: No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day! 2 Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend him down the sky: Heaven, earth and hell draw near; let all things come To hear his justice and the sinners doom: But gather first my saints (the Judge commands) Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. 3 Behold! my covenant stands for ever good, Seal'd by the eternal sacrifice in blood, And sign'd with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship or the new. There's no distinction here: come spread their thrones, And near me seat my favorites and my sons. 4 I their almighty Saviour and their God, I am their Judge: ye heavens, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.