Hell from beneath is moved for Thee to meet Thee at Thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for Thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.@Isaiah 14:9
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John B. Dykes (1823-1876)

John Needham, Hymns Devotional and Moral on Various Subjects (Bristol, England: S. Farley, 1768), number 234.

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

My soul pursues no vulgar theme,
The force of wit, or beauty’s charm:
The last assize, the Judge supreme,
My inmost heart and soul alarm.

See where He comes with solemn state,
In cloudy chariot swiftly borne;
Myriads of angels on Him wait,
His awful progress to adorn.

A mighty trump the signal gives
That wakes the nations underground;
Affrights the sea, its dead revives,
Who hear alike the powerful sound.

Sublime in air is fixed a throne,
Wrought of a large and splendid cloud;
From hence the Judge to all is known,
Round this the trembling nations crowd.

Among the rest I must appear,
Before the glittering judgment seat:
O may I have no cause to fear,
But in the Judge the Savior meet!

Now would I make the Judge my friend,
Accept His grace, His laws obey;
Then with the Judge shall I ascend
To worlds of bliss and endless day.