1 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.

2 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.

3 In glory, see! the Judge descends,
Arrayed in majesty and might;
Attended by ten thousand saints,
And angels of celestial light.

4 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.

5 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.