Woe to the men on earth who dwell,
Nor dread the Al­migh­ty’s frown;
When God doth all His wrath re­veal,
And show­er His judg­ments down!
Sinners, ex­pect those hea­vi­est show­ers;
To meet your God pre­pare!
For, lo! the se­venth an­gel pours
His phi­al in the air.

A voice out of the tem­ple cries,
And from th’eter­nal throne,
And all the storms of ven­geance rise
When God de­clares ’Tis done!
’Tis done! ten thou­sand voic­es join
T’applaud His right­eous ire;
And thun­ders roll, and lightn­ings shine
That set the world on fire.

The migh­ty shock seems now be­gun,
Beyond ex­am­ple great,
And lo! the world’s foun­da­tions groan
As at their in­stant fate;
Jehovah shakes the shat­tered ball,
Sign of the ge­ne­ral doom
The ci­ties of the na­tions fall,
And Ba­bel’s hour is come.

Lo! from their roots the mount­ains leap;
The mount­ains are not found;
Transported far in­to the deep,
And in the ocean drowned.
Jesus des­cends in dread ar­ray
To judge the scar­let whore:
And ev­ery isle is fled away,
Our na­tion is no more!
[originally, And Bri­tain is no more]

She sinks be­neath her am­bi­ent flood,
And ne­ver more shall rise;
The earth is gone, on which we stood,
The old cre­ation dies!
Who then shall live, and face the throne,
And face the Judge se­vere?
When Heav’n and earth are fled and gone,
O where shall I ap­pear?

Now, on­ly now, against that hour
We may a place pro­vide:
Beyond the grave, be­yond the pow­er
Of hell, our spir­its hide:
Firm in the all-de­stroy­ing shock,
May view the fi­nal scene;
For, lo! the ev­er­last­ing Rock
Is cleft to take us in.

By faith we find the place above,
The Rock that rent in twain;
Beneath the shade of dy­ing love,
And in the clefts re­main.
Jesus, to Thy dear wounds we flee,
We sink in­to Thy side;
Assured that all who trust in Thee
Shall ev­er­more abide.

Then let the thun­der­ing trum­pet sound;
The lat­est lightn­ing glare;
The mount­ains melt; the so­lid ground
Dissolve as li­quid air;
The huge ce­les­ti­al bodies roll,
Amidst that ge­ne­ral fire,
And shri­vel as a parch­ment scroll,
And all in smoke ex­pire!

Yet still the Lord, the Sav­ior reigns,
When na­ture is de­stroyed,
And no cre­at­ed thing re­mains
Throughout the flam­ing void.
Sublime upon His az­ure throne,
He speaks the al­migh­ty word:
His fiat is ob­eyed! ’tis done;
And pa­ra­dise re­stored.

So be it! let this sys­tem end,
This ru­in­ous earth and skies;
The New Je­ru­sa­lem des­cend,
The new cre­ation rise.
Thy pow­er om­ni­po­tent as­sume;
Thy bright­est ma­jes­ty!
And when Thou dost in glo­ry come,
My Lord, re­mem­ber me!