The trum­pet’s so­lemn sound,
The lightn­ings spread abroad,
The op­en­ing skies, the shak­ing ground,
Proclaim a com­ing God.

Behold, the Judge at hand,
With ma­jes­ty and pow­er;
The tribes of men be­fore Him stand,
Some trem­ble, some ad­ore.

Each act­ion, word and thought,
Now stripped of all dis­guise,
To the im­par­tial test is brought,
Exposed be­fore His eyes.

Now cause­less fears su­bside,
False hopes no more be­guile,
Whilst His uner­ring hands di­vide
The pre­cious from the vile.

The one He calls by name,
And seats them near His throne;
The oth­er fills with grief and shame,
And dooms to woes un­known.

Then be it all my care,
Each hour to watch and pray;
And oh may so­ver­eign grace pre­pare
For that tre­men­dous day!