Day of judg-ment! Day of won-ders!
Hark! the trum-pet's aw-ful sound!
Loud-er than a thou-sand thun-ders,
Shakes the vast cre-a-tion round.
How the sum-mons will the sin-ner's heart con-found!
See the Judge, our na-ture wear-ing,
Clothed in maj-es-ty di-vine;
You who long for His ap-pear-ing
Then shall say, "This God is mine!"
Gra-cious Sav-ior, own me in that day as Thine.
At His call the dead a-wak-en,
Rise to life from earth and sea;
All the powers of na-ture, shak-en
By His looks, pre-pare to flee.
Care-less sin-ner, what will then be-come of thee?
But to those who have con-fess-ed,
Loved and served the Lord be-low,
He will say, "Come near, ye bless-ed,
See the king-dom I be-stow;
You for-ev-er shall my love and glo-ry know."