Great God, what do I see and hear!
The end of things cre-a-ted!
The Judge of man-kind doth ap-pear
On clouds of glo-ry seat-ed!
The trump-et sounds; the graves re-store
The dead which they con-tained be-fore
Pre-pare, my soul, to meet Him.
The dead in Christ shall first a-rise,
At the last trum-pet's sound-ing,
Caught up to meet Him in the skies,
With joy their Lord sur-round-ing;
No gloom-y fears their souls dis-may;
His pres-ence sheds e-ter-nal day
On those pre-pared to meet Him.
But sin-ners, filled with guilt-y fears,
Be-hold His wrath pre-vail-ing;
For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are un-a-vail-ing:
The day of grace is past and gone;
Trem-bling they stand be-fore the throne,
All un-pre-pared to meet Him.
Great God, what do I see and hear!
The end of things cre-a-ted!
The Judge of man-kind doth ap-pear
On clouds of glo-ry seat-ed!
Be-neath His cross I view the day
When heaven and earth shall pass a-way,
And thus pre-pare to meet Him.