Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCXXXV (1790) Lyrics: 1 Stand, th' omnipotent decree!
Jehovah's will be done!
Nature's end we wait to see,
And hear her final groan:
Let this earth dissolve, and blend
In death the wicked and the just,
Let those pond'rous orbs descend,
And grind us into dust.
2 Rests secure the righteous man!
At his Redeemer's beck,
Sure to emerge, and rise again,
And mount above the wreck.
Lo! the heavenly spirit towers,
Like flames, o'er nature's fun'ral pyre,
Triumphs in immortal powers,
And claps his wings of fire!
3 Nothing hath the just to lose
By worlds on worlds destroy'd,
Far beneath his feet he views
With smiles the flaming void;
Sees this universe renew'd,
The grand millennian year begun;
Shouts, with all the sons of God
Around th' eternal throne!
4 Resting in this glorious hope,
To be at last restor'd,
Yield we now our bodies up
To earthquake, plague or sword.
List'ning for the call divine,
The latest trumpet of the seven;
Soon our soul and dust shall join,
And both fly up to heaven. Topics: Describing Judgment Languages: English
Stand th' omnipotent decree!