Day of judgment, day of wonders!

Hark! the trumpet’s awful sound,

Louder than a thousand thunders,

Shakes the vast creation round;

How the summons

Will the sinner’s heart confound!

2 See the Judge our nature wearing,

Clothed in majesty divine!

You who long for his appearing,

Then shall say, “This Lord is mine!”

Gracious Saviour,

Own me in that day for thine!

3 At his call the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea:

All the powers of nature, shaken

By his looks, prepare to flee:

Careless sinner,

What will then become of thee?

4 Horrors past imagination

Will surprise your trembling heart,

When you hear your condemnation,

“Hence, accurséd wretch, depart!

Hence, with Satan

And his angels have your part.”

5 But to those who have confesséd,

Loved and served the Lord below,

He will say, “Come near, you blesséd,

See the kingdom I bestow:

You for ever

Shall my love and glory know.”

6 Under sorrows and reproaches,

May this thought our courage raise!

Swiftly God’s great day approaches,

Sighs shall then be changed to praise:

May we triumph,

When the world is in a blaze!