Scripture Verse

The sky was rolled up like a scroll, and every mountain and island was moved from its place. Revelation 6:14


John B. Dykes (1823–1876)

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.

Music: St. Cross (Dykes) John B. Dykes, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1861 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

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.