Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#734

734. Methinks the last great day is come

1 Methinks the last great day is come,
Methinks I hear the trumpet sound,
That shakes the earth, rends ev'ry tomb,
And wakes the pris'ners under ground.

2 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 dread tribunal stand.

3 Behold the awful books display'd,
Big with th'important fates of men!
Each word and deed now public made,
Written by heaven's unerring pen.

4 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.

5 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Methinks the last great day is come
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Scripture:
  Revelation 20:12
• Topic: Books opened; Judgment

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