Day of Judgement, day of wonders

Rhuddlen Day of judgment! Day of wonders! Hark! The trumpet’s aweful sound, louder than a thousand thunders, shakes the vast creation round: how the summons, how the summons will the sinner’s heart confound! See the Judge, our nature wearing, clothed in majesty divine; you who long for his appearing then…

Alas and Did my Saviour Bleed

Alas! and did my Saviour bleed And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head For such a one as I? His body slain before its time His head was bathed in blood He bore the mark of wrath divine While in my place he stood Well might…