Text: | Judgment |
1 He comes! he comes! the trumpet sound
And loudly rend the vast profound;
Earth, sea, and sky astonish'd shake:
To judgment come--ye dead awake!
2 Behold, behold what myriads rise!
See! see what glory fills the skies:
The dreadful volumes open shine;
O! mercy, Lord--for mercy's thine.
3 The hour, the awful hour is come,
Fix'd, ever fix'd is human doom;
The earth dissolves, heav'n melts away:
O shield me, Saviour, in that day.
4 Lo! he ascends, to heaven ascends,
With his triumphant right-hand friends:
Time, death, and hell, expiring lye,
And goodness fills eternity.
5 The Father bless--the Son adore,
The Spirit praise for evermore:
Salvation's glorious work is done:
We welcome thee, great Three One.
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First Line: | He comes! he comes! the trumpet sound |
Title: | Judgment |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1803 |