Give ear, O earth, give ear!
Depths of the migh­ty sea!
Give ear, O man! Give ear,
All ’neath the sun that be!

The day of wrath draws near,
The dread­ful day of doom;
The sin­ner’s bit­ter day,
It mak­eth haste to come.

Then shall these an­cient skies
Roll up and pass away;
The sun shall blush, and hide
Its face in dread dis­may.

The moon shall change and flee;
The noon grow dark as night;
The stars shall fall to earth
In wild and sore af­fright.

Alas! al­as! al­as!
To whom, in that great day,
Shall the sad sin­ner flee,
On whom for re­fuge stay?

Lost, lost, for ev­er lost!
Too late! too late! he cries;
Lost, lost, for ev­er lost!
The se­cond death he dies.

O Je­su, save and bless,
O Son of God on high:
Then safe in Thee we live,
And safe in Thee we die.

Safe to the ho­ly hills,
Safe to the ci­ty blest;
Safe from the toil be­low,
Thou lead­est to Thy rest.