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The Day of Judgement. 2 Cor. 5. 10; Mark. 13. 33

J. Hart         S.M.

1
Behold! with awful pomp
 The Judge prepares to come;
 The archangel sounds the dreadful trump,
 And wakes the general doom.

2
Nature in wild amaze,
 Her dissolution mourns;
 Blushes of blood the moon deface;
 The sun to darkness turns.

3
The living look with dread;
 The frighted dead arise,
 Start from the monumental bed,
 And lift their ghastly eyes.

4
Horrors all hearts appal;
 They quake, they shriek, they cry;
 Bid rocks and mountains on them fall,
 But rocks and mountains fly.

5
Great God, in whom we live,
 Prepare us for that day;
 Help us in Jesus to believe,
 To watch, and wait, and pray.