The sky was rolled up like a scroll, and every mountain and island was moved from its place. Revelation 6:14
Words: Benjamin Beddome (1717–1795). Published posthumously in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818), number 788, alt.
Coming of the Great Day.
If you know where to get a good picture of Beddome (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Awake, our souls, behold how nigh
The day, when from their bases hurled,
The hills and mountains moldering lie,
And vengeful flames consume the world.
The ocean’s troubled waves ascend
In streams, and leave the burning shore;
The solid earth convulsions rend,
And skies and stars are seen no more.
Chaos again assumes its seat,
And darkness fills its ancient throne;
In wild disorder, atoms meet,
And nature dies with awful groan.
But Jesus lives when nature dies,
His love survives sin’s wrecks and spoils;
Pleased with the change, His saints arise,
And view below their finished toils.
When sinners’ hopes abortive prove,
And with the world their joys expire,
Then shall we sing unchanging love,
And ever feel the sacred fire.