Behold the day is come;

The righteous Judge is near;

And sinners, trembling at their doom,

Shall soon their sentence hear.

2 Angels, in bright attire,

Conduct him through the skies;

Darkness and tempest, smoke and fire,

Attend him as he flies.

3 How awful is the sight!

How loud the thunders roar!

The sun forbears to give his light,

And stars are seen no more.

4 The whole creation groans;

But saints arise and sing:

They are the ransomed of the Lord,

And he their God and King.