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DLXXI. The Books opened

1 Methinks the last great day is come,
Methinks I hear the trumpet sound
That shakes the earth, rends every tomb,
And wakes the prisoners 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 deed and word now public made,
As wrote by heaven's unerring pen.

4 To every soul, the books assign
The joyous or the dread reward:
Sinners in vain lament and pine,
No pleas 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
Title: The Books opened
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Scripture:
Topic: The Day of Judgment; Judgment day: Books opened
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