1 The great tremendous day's approaching,
That awful scene is drawing nigh;
Was long foretold by ancient Prophets,
Decreed from all eternity.
But O my soul reflect and wonder,
That awful scene is drawing near,
When you shall see that great transaction,
When Christ in Judgment shall appear!

2 See, nature stand all in amazement,
To hear the last loud trumpet sound,
"Arise ye dead and come to judgment,
"Ye nations of the world around:"
Loud thunder rumbling thro' the concave,
Bright forked lightning parts the skies;
The Heav'ns a shaking, the earth a quaking:
The gloomy sight attracts mine eyes.

3 The orbit lamps all veil'd in sack-cloth,
No more their shining circuits run;
The wheel of time stopped in a moment,
Eternal things are now begun:
Huge mossy rocks and tow'ring mountains
Over their tumbling basis roar,
The raging ocean all in commotion,
Is hov'ring round her frighted shore.

4 Green turfy grave-yards and tombs of marble
Give up their dead, both small and great;
See the whole world, both Saint and Sinner
Are coming to the judgment seat:
See Jesus on the throne of Justice
Come thundering down the parted sky,
With countless armies of shining Angels,
With Hallelujahs shouts for joy.

5 Bright shining streams from his awful presence,
His face ten thousand Suns outshines!
Behold him coming in power and glory
To meet him all his Saints combine;
"Go forth ye Heralds with speed like lightning,
"Call in your Saints from distant land,
"Those that my blood from Hell has ransom'd,
"Whose names in life's fair book do stand.

6 "O come ye blessed of my father,
"The purchase of my dying love,
"Receive the crowns of life and glory,
"Which are laid up for you above;
"For your dear souls which have continued
"With me, and my temptations bore,
"I have provided for you a kingdom,
"To reign with me for evermore."

7 There's flowing fountains of living water,
No sickness, pain nor death to fear;
No sorrow, sighing, no tears nor weeping
Shall ever have admittance there.
But how will sinners stand and tremble,
When Justice calls them to the bar;
Those that reject his offer'd mercy,
Their everlasting doom to hear?

8 See justice now with indignation,
Calling aloud for sinner's blood,
Those that have slighted offer'd mercy,
And crucify'd the Son of God;
"Depart from me ye cursed sinners,
"My face you never more shall see,
"To endless woe and misery.

9 Each guilty soul then struck with horror
And anguish, throbbing in their breast;
For ever doom'd to endless sorrow,
And never more to hope for rest;
Come sinners here's a faithful warning,
Return to Jesus whilst you may,
For he is ready to receive you,
Or else you must depart away.