See, the Savior comes to judgment,
Wearing His imperial crown;
Robed with brightest flames celestial,
Dusky clouds He makes His throne:
By His glory
And His scepter He is known.

Now the trumpet wakes the nations,
O’er the world its sound is spread;
Shakes the earth, pervades the ocean,
Calls to life the numerous dead:
Now poor sinner,
Whither canst thou hide Thy head?

Life in every urn is breathing,
Every prison yields its store!
Souls and bodies are uniting,
Joining now to part no more:
Day of wonders,
Day of God’s almighty power.

Rebels who the Savior slighted
Now confused before Him fly,
Refuge take in rocks and mountains,
To evade His piercing eye:
Fear His vengeance,
Seek for safety far and nigh.

But the mountains cannot hide them,
Rocks regard not when they pray;
’Midst the general conflagration,
Rocks and mountains melt away:
Every refuge
Disappears in that great day.

Jesus, but reveal Thy mercy,
Tell, oh tell me l am Thine;
Then, amidst dissolving nature,
I will sing of grace divine:
Swell Thy triumphs,
And in hallelujahs join.