1 The mighty deep gives up her trust,
Aw'd by the Judge's high command,
Both small and great now quit their dust,
And round the dreadful tribunal stand.
2 Behold the awful books display'd,
Big with th' important fates of men;
Each deed and word now public made,
As wrote by heav'n's unerring pen.
3 To ev'ry soul the books assign
The joyous or the dread reward:
Sinners in vain lament and pine;
No plea the Judge will here regard.
4 Lord! when these awful leaves unfold,
May life's fair book my soul approve;
There may I read my name enroll'd,
And triumph in redeeming love!
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First Line: | The mighty deep gives up her trust |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Judgment and the End of the World |