The day of judgement, day of fright, Hark the herald pipe aloud, The sound passed ten thousand thunders It shakes the whole world over, How confounding? Judgement shall be on sinners?
Behold the Judge in our own form Dressed in mighty glorious robes; And they who stayed to welcome Him Shall rejoice exceedingly, O my Saviour Support me on the great day.
At His call the dead shall awake, From seas, from the graves, to life And the might of the earth shall shake And disappear before Him. Thou foolish man How then shalt thou fare that day?
In fact satan hath deceived you, But thou hearken not to him: And after all are said and done He welcomes you in his furnace. Thou must think well The fire is not fit for thee.
In tribulation and contempt, Let this advise thee daily, The chosen day of God is near, Then weeping shall turn to joy, Victory be ours When the whole earth be aflame. Amen.