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27-LA BHREITHEANAI8-THE DAY OF JUDGMENT.
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'JI faocl dolehridhe blii I làidir,
ig? Shall thy heart still lie boldest, Aiid thy
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proud ai-ni lie rearing, When His power thou be - hold - est, Whom the heavens are re - ver - mz^
Clninn an trompaid 'g.i seitleaclh,
'S fnaim nan speur a del tliairis;
Tlia na mairbh nis toirt geill da,
'S iad ag eiridh o'n talamh ;
Nis dh' fhos^'ail na h-uaighean,
'S bhruchd an sluagh asd' gu h-ealamh,
*S tluig e'm follais an slnagb sin
Bha 'a na cuaintean am falacb.
Tha mile tairn'each ag eigheach,
'N sluagh gii leir tlia ri faire,
'S leis an fhuaim tlia'nns na speurailih,
Chritb gach creutair air thalamli ;
'N ciian 's na tonnan a beucaich,
'S bonn nan sleibhtean air carach,
'S cridbe dhaoine *g an treigsinn,
Ach c' ait' an teid iad 'g am falach ?
Ach , anam, ma f huair thu
Fnil an Uain gu do shaoradh,
Na biodh do cbi'idbe 'gad fliaibiin
Cluinntinn caramh an t-sanghail.
'N Ti 's an do chuir thu do dhocbas,
'S e sud a ghloir tha 'g a taomadh,
'S e sud na tuiltean a chual tbu
Tbig air an t-sluagb nach tug gaol da.
Ifark ! tbe trumpet-sound blending
With the dame's wild explosion ;
See ! the dead are ascending,
Yielding lowly devotion !
Graves unnumbered restore them,
All earth's dust is in motion.
And the darli depths outpour then\
From the caves of tbe ocean !
Thousand thunders are rolling,
And mankind is awaking ;
Under sounds so appalling
All earth's creatures are quaking.
Oc-an's biUows are boiling,
Mi,L;hty mountains are shaking,
And mi-n's hearts back recoiling,
Every hope is forsaking.
r.ut if Christ's blood avail thee,
U my soul, for ablution.
Let thy heart never fail thee
In earth's final confusion.
See thy Saviour come glorious.
He who gave absolution,
And His right arm, victorious,
Gives His foes retribution.
From hymn by llov. P. GUANT. Translation by L. 51.