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letra de wrentham - william billings

the god of glory sends his summons forth
calls the south nations and awakes the north;
from east to west the sovereign orders spread
through distant worlds and regions of the dead:
the trumpet sounds; h-ll trembles; heaven rejoices
lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices

no more shall atheists mock his long delay;
his vengeance sleeps no more; behold the day:
behold, the judge descends; his guards are nigh;
tempests and fire attend him down the sky
when god appears, all nature shall adore him;
while sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him
“heaven, earth, and h-ll, draw near; let all things come
to hear my justice, and the sinner’s doom;
but gather first my saints,” the judge commands
“bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.”
when christ returns, wake every cheerful passion
and shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation

“behold, my covenant stands for ever good
sealed by th’ eternal sacrifice in blood
and signed with all their names; the greek, the jew
that paid the ancient worship or the new.”
there’s no distinction here; join all your voices
and raise your heads, ye saints, for heaven rejoices

“here,” saith the lord, “ye angels, spread their thrones
and near me seat my favorites and my sons:
come, my redeemed, possess the joys prepared
ere time began; ’tis your divine reward.”
when christ returns, wake every cheerful passion;
and shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation

“i am the savior, i the almighty god
i am the judge: ye heavens, proclaim abroad
my just eternal sentence, and declare
those awful truths that sinners dread to hear.”
when god appears, all nature shall adore him;
while sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him
“stand forth, thou bold blasphemer, and profane
now feel my wrath, nor call my threatenings vain:
thou hypocrite, once dressed in saints’ attire
i doom the painted hypocrite to fire.”
judgment proceeds; h-ll trembles; heaven rejoices;
lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices

“not for the want of goats or bullocks slain
do i condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain
without the flame of love; in vain the store
of brutal offerings, that were mine before.”
earth is the lord’s, all nature shall adore him;
while sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him

“if i were hungry, would i ask thee food?
when did i thirst, or drink thy bullocks’ blood?
mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed
flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed.”
all is the lord’s, he rules the wide creation;
gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation

- william billings

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