Day of Wrath (O’Hagan)

Day of wrath

that day whose knell­ing

Gives to flame this earth­ly dwell­ing;

Psalm and pro­phet thus fore­tell­ing.

Oh

what ago­ny of trem­bling

When the Judge man­kind as­sem­bling

Probeth all be­yond dis­sem­bling.

Pealing won­drous through the re­gions

Shall the trum­pet force obe­di­ence

And the graves yield up their le­gions.

Startled death and na­ture sick­en

Thus to see the crea­ture quick­en

Waiting judg­ment terror-strick­en.

Open

then

with all re­cord­ed

Stands the book from whence award­ed

Doom shall pass with deed ac­cord­ed.

When the Judge is throned in ses­sion

All things hid shall find con­fess­ion

Unavenged be no trans­gres­sion

Wretch

what then shall be my plead­ing?

Who my pa­tron in­ter­ced­ing?

Scarce the just sec­ure­ly speed­ing.

Thou

O King of aw­ful splen­dor

Saving grace dost free­ly ren­der;

Save me

fount of pi­ty ten­der.

Think

’twas I

my lost con­di­tion

Caused

O pi­ty­ing Lord

Thy mis­sion;

Spare my soul that day’s per­di­tion.

Seeking me

Thy foot­step hast­ed;

Me to save

the cross was tast­ed;

Be not toil so migh­ty wast­ed.

Righteous Judge of re­tri­bu­tion

Grant the gift of ab­so­lu­tion

Ere the day of res­ti­tu­tion.

Me my cul­prit heart ac­cus­es;

Inmost guilt my face suf­fus­es;

Heal

O Lord

Thy sup­pli­ant’s bruis­es.

Thou who Ma­ry’s sin has shriv­en

Thou who brought the thief to Heav­en

Hope to me have al­so giv­en.

Nothing worth is mine en­dea­vor

Yet

in ruth

my soul de­liv­er

From the flame that burns for ev­er.

With Thy sheep

Thy cho­sen

place me

Severed from the goats em­brace me;

On Thy right hand

ran­somed

place me.

When the re­pro­bate con­found­ed

Lie with wrath­ful fire sur­round­ed

May my call to bliss be sound­ed.

Crushed to dust and pros­trate bend­ing

All my heart con­tri­tion rend­ing;

I im­plore Thee

guard my end­ing.

Oh

that aw­ful day of mourn­ing

When

from earth­ly dust re­turn­ing

Guilty man shall bide his sen­tence.