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 bodes of silence. The dead, the very dead shall hear.

When the trumpet has sounded, The dead shall arise.—In a moment, ill the twinkling of an eye, the graves open; the monumental piles are cleft asunder; and the nations under ground start into day. What an immense harvest of men and women, springing up from the caverns of the earth, and the depths of the sea! Stand awhile, my soul, and consider the wonderful spectacle—Adam, formed in Paradise, and the babe, born but yesterday, the earliest ages, and latest generations, meet upon the same level. Jews and Gentiles, Greeks and Barbarisms, people of all climes and languages, unite in the promiscuous throng. Here those vast armies, which, like swarms of locusts, covered countries, which, with an irresistible sweep, overran empires; here they all appear, and here they are lost; lost like the small drop of a bucket, when plunged into the unfathomable and boundless ocean. Oh! the multitudes! the multitudes! which these eyes shall survey, when God calleth the heavens from above and the earth that he may judge his people What shame must flush the guilty Cheek! What anguish wound the polluted breast! To have all their filthy practises and infamous tempers exposed before this innumerable crowd of witnesses! Fly, guilty sinners, instantly fly, earnestly fly to the purifying blood of Jesus, that all your sins may be blotted out, that you may be found unblameable and unreproveable in the presence of the assembled world, and, what is infinitely more to be revered, in the sight of the omnipotent God.

There is no more need of this habitable globe.