The day must come, the judg­ment day,
On each fond idle dream­er,
On ev­ery wan­der­er from the way,
On ev­ery dark blas­phem­er!
The Christ will come in dread ar­ray,
Each eye be­hold, each heart ob­ey,
His udge or his Re­deem­er!

We may grow hard, and not re­vere
Each old pro­phet­ic to­ken,
Too will­ful and too proud to hear
What God Him­self hath spok­en;
Yet shall the Son of Man ap­pear,
And strong­est hearts shall fail for fear,
And wrath and pride be brok­en!

He comes in clouds! each daz­zled eye
And cons­cious heart con­found­ing,
Myriads of se­ra­phim on high
His glo­ri­ous sign sur­round­ing!
Sun, moon, and stars, droop in the sky;
The shout dies down; the arch­an­gel’s cry;
The trump of God is sound­ing!

Over each dist­ant so­li­tude
That lone­ly blast is swell­ing,
None shall its thrill­ing call elude,
In earth or ocean dwell­ing:
Death is dis­armed; the grave sub­dued;
To all the count­less mul­ti­tude
Their doom is Je­sus tell­ing!