Text:Day of Judgment

99. Day of Judgment

1 Behold the awful trumpet sounds,
The sleeping dead to raise,
And calls the nations under ground;
O how the saints will praise!

2 Behold the Saviour how he comes
Descending from his throne,
To burst asunder all our tombs,
And lead his children home.

3 But who can bear that dreadful day,
To see the world in flames;
The burning mountains melt away,
While rocks run down in streams.

4 The falling stars their orbits leave,
The sun in darkness hide;
The elements asunder cleave,
The moon turn'd into blood.

5 Behold the universal world
In consternation stand,
The wicked into hell are turn'd
The saints at God's right hand.

6 O then the music will begin,
Their Saviour God to praise;
They are all freed from every sin,
And thus they'll spend their days.

Text Information
First Line: Behold the awful trumpet sounds
Title: Day of Judgment
Language: English
Publication Date: 1803
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