Hark! ’tis the trump of God
Sounds through the realms abroad,
Time is no more.
Horrors in­vest the skies;
Graves burst, and my­ri­ads rise;
Nature, in ago­nies,
Yields up her store.

Changed in a mo­ment’s space
Lo, the af­fright­ed race
Shriek and des­pair;
Now they at­tempt to flee,
Curse im­mor­ta­li­ty,
And eye their mi­se­ry
Dreadfully near.

Quick reels the burst­ing earth,
Rocked by a storm of wrath,
Hurled from her sphere;
Heart rend­ing thun­ders roll,
Demons tor­ment­ed howl,
Great God! sup­port my soul,
Yielding to fear.

O my Re­deem­er, come;
And through the fear­ful gloom
Brighten Thy way;
How would our souls arise,
Soar through the flam­ing skies,
Join the so­lem­ni­ties
Of this great day!

See! see! th’in­car­nate God
Swiftly emits abroad
Glories be­nign;
Lo! lo! He comes—He’s here;
Angels and saints ap­pear,
Fled is my ev­ery fear,
Jesus is mine.

High on a flam­ing throne
Rides the eter­nal Son,
Sovereign, au­gust!
Worlds from His pre­sence fly,
Shrink at His ma­jes­ty;
Stars, dashed along the sky,
Awfully burst.

Thousands of thou­sands wait
Round the ju­di­cial seat,
Glorified here;
Prostrate the el­ders fall;
Winged is my rap­tured soul;
High to the Judge of all,
Lo! I draw near.

O my ap­prov­ing God!
Washed in Thy pre­cious blood,
Bold I ad­vance;
Fearless we range along,
Join the tri­um­phant throng,
Shout an ec­sta­tic song,
Through the ex­panse.