1 Let wanton men beware,
How Jesus they despise;
In awful pomp He will appear,
Descending from the skies!

2 His trumpet will proclaim
The Judge, the Judge is near!
And earth will melt with fervent flame
And seas dry up with fear!

3 A shouting heavenly host
Around Him will be ranged;
The dead will hear and start up first
And then the quick be changed.

4 Ye wise and favored few,
Who lodge at mercy’s gate,
Oh, keep the Savior well in view,
And for His coming wait.

5 And hear, ye foolish men,
Who talk with impious breath,
And glory in a life unclean:
Such mirth will end in death.

6 Your bitter sad remorse
No tongue can truly tell,
If Jesus once pronounce His curse,
And sink you down to hell.

7 Oh, thoughtless men, be wise,
Before it be too late,
From sleep awake, from sin arise,
And knock at mercy’s gate.