Scripture Verse

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.

Music: Kel­ve­den Will­iam Blow, Jr., 1867 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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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:
Every re­fuge
Disappears in that great day.

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