O that day of dread and won­der,
When to judg­ment Christ shall come!
When a voice of more than thun­der,
Sounding through the si­lent tomb,
Shall awak­en
All to their eter­nal doom!

Midst the crowds who then as­sem­ble,
Naked at their judge’s throne,
Who of all the most shall trem­ble?
They that now among His own
Dwell and wor­ship,
But whom Christ has ne­ver known.

Empty forms and loud pro­fess­ion,
Offerings heaped up­on His shrine,
Where there is no heart im­press­ion,
Cannot please the eye di­vine.
All is worth­less,
Till the spir­it, Lord, is Thine.

Light a flame of love with­in us;
Tune our souls to pray­er and praise;
To Thy own blest im­age win us;
Guide us in Thy right­eous ways.
Here con­vert us,
And at last to glo­ry raise.