That solemn day will soon arrive,
Th’important, the decisive day,
When, from death’s awful slumber roused,
God’s dread command all must obey.
Deep thunders usher in the morn,
And through the heav’ns tremendous roll:
The wide expanse is all on fire,
While lightnings blaze from pole to pole.
In glory, see! the Judge descends,
Arrayed in majesty and might;
Attended by ten thousand saints,
And angels of celestial light.
The trumpet’s loud and dreadful blast
Sounds through the regions of the dead:
With terror some, and some with joy,
Rise from the dust, their lowly bed.
All righteous and eternal Judge!
When summoned at Thy bar to stand,
May we, acquitted and approved,
Be crowned with bliss at Thy right hand.