Religion
The great Assize
From Spiritual Melody (1691), Part VII
HArk how the mighty Trumpet sounds,
The Judge is on the Throne!
Now joy to Saints shall much abound,
But hark how Sinners groan!
Now, now the Books shall opened be,
The Judgment-day is come;
And Christ will judge impartially,
And Sinners shall be dumb;
Nothing to say: Ah! no excuse
All silent, all are mute,
And shall the Sentence now receive,
Which wrath will execute.
Rejoyce, ye Saints, for Christ will say,
O Come who are blessed!
Ye blessed of my Father, now
With joy lift up your head,
And take the Kingdom long prepar'd
For you: But ah! alas!
The wicked then will houl and cry
To see their woful case.
Codex Note
Hymn 141 in the source
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MLA
Keach, Benjamin. “The great Assize.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/keach/142/.
Chicago
Keach, Benjamin. “The great Assize.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/keach/142/.
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