"When the Son of Man shall come in His glory, and all the holy angels with Him, then shall He sit upon the throne of His glory; and before Him shall be gathered all nations."

84. WHAT terrors shake my trembling soul! Behold, the skies are riven,

And CHRIST appears in clouds of light,
Amid the hosts of heaven!

The trumpet sounds, the opening graves
Obey the dread command,

And angels force the risen dead
Around their Judge to stand.

Now all who left the world for CHRIST,
By CHRIST are raised on high;
Yea, all who loved their lowly GOD,
And shared His poverty.

But lo, the Cross, which once the Jew
And Gentile dared despise,

The saint's delight, the sinner's scorn,
Shines brightly in the skies!

That Cross those wicked men behold,
But find no mercy there;

It only serves to seal their fate,

And heighten their despair.

LORD, may we never to such guilt,
Or to such downfall come,
O save us from the sinner's path,
And from the sinner's doom!

O future Judge, to Thy great Name
Be praise and glory given;
TO FATHER and to HOLY GHOST,
By all in earth and heaven.

Whitsuntide.

"O send out Thy Light and Thy Truth, that they may lead me, and bring me unto Thy holy hill, and to Thy dwelling."

85. O THOU, gone up, our Harbinger,
To Heaven's dread palaces,

Look on us lying helpless here,
And lift us to the skies.

May holy love the stair supply
To those pure joys divine,
Which undiscerned by nature's eye
In Faith's true mirror shine.

Where GOD doth His tried children own,

In Him for ever blest;

He, All in All, their toils doth crown,

And is Himself their rest.

Thy grace alone to Thee can lead,
And place us near Thy Throne :
Do Thou to help us in our need,
Send down Thy Holy One.

Praise Him Who sits at GOD's right hand,

Praise FATHER, as is meet,

And to all time in every land,

Praise the Dread PARACLETE.

"Thy counsel, O LORD, who hath known, except Thou give wisdom, and send Thy HOLY SPIRIT from above?"

86. RULER of the hosts of light,

Death hath yielded to Thy might,
And Thy Blood hath marked a road,
Which will lead us back to GOD.

From Thy dwelling-place above,
From Thy FATHER'S Throne of love,
Look upon us here below,
Do not leave us in our woe.

Now Thou sittest on Thy Throne,
By Thy death, Thy sorrows won,
Now perform the promise given,
Send the HOLY GHOST from heaven.

Praise the SON, Who reigns on high
With the FATHER in the sky :
And the HOLY GHOST adore,
Three in One, for evermore.

"The Spirit of Truth, Whom the world cannot receive, because it seeth Him not, neither knoweth Him; but ye know Him; for He dwelleth with you, and shall be in you."

87. COME, HOLY GHOST, our souls inspire,
And lighten with celestial fire:

Thou the anointing Spirit art,
Who dost Thy seven-fold gifts impart.

Thy blessed Unction from above,
Is comfort, life, and fire of love:
Enable with perpetual light
The dulness of our blinded sight.

Anoint and cheer our soiled face
With the abundance of Thy grace:
Keep far our foes, give peace at home;
Where Thou art guide, no ill can come.

Teach us to know the FATHER, SON,
And Thee of Both to be but One:
That through the ages all along,
This may be our endless song:

Praise to Thine eternal merit,
FATHER, SON, and HOLY SPIRIT.