Day of judg­ment! Day of won­ders!
Hark! the trum­pet’s aw­ful sound,
Louder than a thou­sand thun­ders,
Shakes the vast cre­ation round!
How the sum­mons
Wilt the sin­ner’s heart con­found!

See the Judge, our na­ture wear­ing,
Clothed in ma­jes­ty di­vine!
You who long for His ap­pear­ing
Then shall say, This God is mine!
Gracious Sav­ior,
Own me in that day for Thine!

At His call the dead awak­en,
Rise to life from earth and sea;
All the pow­ers of na­ture shak­en
By His look, pre­pare to flee.
Careless sin­ner,
What will then be­come of thee?

Horrors, past ima­gi­na­tion,
Will sur­prise your trem­bling heart,
When you hear your con­dem­na­tion,
Hence, ac­curs­èd wretch, de­part!
Thou, with Sa­tan
And his an­gels, have thy part!

Satan, who now tries to please you,
Lest you time­ly warn­ing take,
When that word is past, will seize you,
Plunge you in the burn­ing lake:
Think, poor sin­ner,
Thy eter­nal all’s at stake.

But to those who have con­fess­èd,
Loved and served the Lord be­low,
He will say, Come near, ye bless­èd,
See the king­dom I be­stow;
You for ev­er
Shall My love and glo­ry know.

Under sor­rows and re­proach­es,
May this thought your cour­age raise!
Swiftly God’s great day ap­proach­es,
Sighs shall then be changed to praise.
We shall tri­umph
When the world is in a blaze.