My wakened soul, extend thy wings,
Beyond the verge of mortal things;
See this vain world in smoke decay,
And rocks and mountains melt away.
Behold the fiery deluge roll,
Through heaven’s wide arch, from pole to pole;
Pale sun, no more thy luster boast:
Tremble and fall, ye starry host.
This wreck of nature all around,
The angel’s shout, the trumpet’s sound,
Loud the descending Judge proclaim,
And echo His tremendous name.
Children of Adam, all appear
With reverence round His awful bar;
For, as His lips pronounce, ye go,
To endless bliss, or endless woe!
Lord, to my eyes this scene display
Frequent through each revolving day;
And let Thy grace my soul prepare
To meet its full redemption there.