The true Democrat., 1855-02-14

That we may reign with Christ above. o grant that all on earth may feel, Thy mercy Lord to them reveal; Thy Love be spread to every heart Before this earthly life depart. o man, the noblest work of God, Soon thou wilt be beneath the clod; And there thy bones in dust shall lav, Until the GREAT, and rising DAY. That day, when GABRIEL's trump shall sound To raise the nations under ground Their everlasting doom to hear, o may then to Christ be near. o then the Sun shall darkened be- Who ever lives that time to see The Moon to Blood, no more shall shine, Obey their Holy God divine. o now, that great and noted day. Is coming on without delay; Who will be able then to stand, For ever more at Gods right hand o then the Stars from Heaven shall fall Obey the God that made them all; To burn the earth you may rely, Where poor sinners will you fly? Flee to the mountains for your all, And pray that they may on you fall, To hide you from your Saviour's face, How awful then will be your case. Read in the scri ripture, there you'll find He is the Saviour of mankind, With out stretched arms, and wings of love, He calls you to realms above. 'Tis him alone the soul can save, That from the cradle to the grave, Then pray repent that you may rise, To that sweet heavenly Paradise. Prepare, the time is now at hand, Obey his call and his commando; That you may know, he is your friend, When here your race is at an end. He will show wonders in heaven above, And on the earth show signs of love, That sinners may their Saviour own, He lets his mercy, to them be known. For he has raised us from the dead By that true and living head,
 Whose eye is everywhere to see, His mercy oh. how large and free. Onow prepare and warning take, Before another day shall break
 You may be called from here below, Your everlasting doom to know. He will send lire, vapor, and smoke, As he has in the Scripture spoke; To all that will from him rebel, And sink their dying souls to he'll. o there's the worm that never dies, And lost that heavenly Paradise; And there, forever he will be, In burning flames, and misery. And there tormented in the flame, Who, then poor sinners can you blame; To weep and vail, and gnash your teeth, You never there will find relief. We'll might the Sun in darkness hide, With her blue vale from side to side, For dying sinners here below, Who never did their Saviour know. We'll might the Moon with borrowed light, Refuse to shine in each dark night, While Satan's gaining so much ground, Each day and night that rolls around. Each day the earth with sorrow rolls, For every sinful dying soul, That's on her borders all around, Tho large the clrcle may abound. Prepare, prepare, the times at hand Obey your Holy Lords command; Believe repent, and bow thy knee, That he, from sin may set you free, Lord, give us all a praying heart, Let every sin from us depart; That when the soul is called away, Twill happy be- to endless dav Turn poor sinners, and repent, Mourn for the time that you have spent, In all your wild and wicked ways, And give to Jesus endless praise. o turn, that God your soul may save, Before you sink unto your grave, And there tormented in despair, To live where bowling Devils are. All men on earth and every friend, Your praises to King Jesus send; Until we're raised up to the sky, Where seraph Angels will be nigh. All men on earth, whose hearts are pure, o praise the lord that we adore; Until we all, together meet, The song of Moses to repeat. Oh may I ill my God rejoice, With heart and mind, with tongue and voice; Until my soul from earth shall rise, To praise His name in Paradise. The great misterious Lord of all, Who left us here to stand or fall, Has sent the balm of Calvary, From sin and death to set us free. Ye spirits of the good and wise, Who once dwelt here, now above the skies: With purest robes arrayed in white, And praising God in endless light. Ye harps of gold, with sweetest sound, The soul is there in glory crowned; No more aff1ictions, doubts or fears, But so remain to endles years.
 And there to live and ever sing, 9 The praises of my God and King;
 With anthems sweet, that never dies,
 Omy dear Saviour in the skies.