Behold, the Day Is Come

Behold

the day is come;

The right­eous Judge is near;

And sin­ners

trem­bling at their doom

Shall soon their sen­tence hear.

Angels

in bright at­tire;

Conduct Him through the skies;

Darkness and tem­pest

smoke and fire

Attend Him as He flies.

How aw­ful is the sight!

How loud the thun­ders roar!

The sun for­bears to give his light

And stars are seen no more.

The whole cre­ation groans;

But saints arise and sing;

They are the ran­somed of the Lord

And He their God and king.