The hour is coming, in which all that are in the graves shall hear His voice, and shall come forth; they that have done good, unto the resurrection of life; and they that have done evil, unto the resurrection of damnation. John 5:26–28
Words: Benjamin Beddome (1717–1795). Published posthumously in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818), number 793.
Looking for Mercy in That Day.
If you know where to get a good picture of Beddome or Blow (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
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:
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.