My Wakened Soul, Extend Thy Wings

My wak­ened soul

ex­tend thy wings

Beyond the verge of mor­tal things;

See this vain world in smoke de­cay

And rocks and mount­ains melt away.

Behold the fie­ry del­uge roll

Through Heav’n’s wide arch

from pole to pole;

Pale sun

no more thy lus­ter boast:

Tremble and fall

ye star­ry host.

This wreck of na­ture all around

The an­gel’s shout

the trum­pet’s sound

Loud the des­cend­ing Judge pro­claim

And ec­ho His tre­men­dous name.

Children of Ad­am

all ap­pear

With rev­er­ence round His aw­ful bar;

For

as His lips pro­nounce

ye go

To end­less bliss

or end­less woe!

Lord

to my eyes this scene dis­play

Frequent through each re­volv­ing day;

And let Thy grace my soul pre­pare

To meet its full re­demp­tion there.