O That Day of Dread and Wonder

O that day of dread and won­der

When to judg­ment Christ shall come!

When a voice of more than thun­der

Sounding through the si­lent tomb

Shall awak­en

All to their eter­nal doom!

Midst the crowds who then as­sem­ble

Naked at their judge’s throne

Who of all the most shall trem­ble?

They that now among His own

Dwell and wor­ship

But whom Christ has nev­er known.

Empty forms and loud pro­fess­ion

Offerings heaped up­on His shrine

Where there is no heart im­press­ion

Cannot please the eye di­vine.

All is worth­less

Till the spir­it

Lord

is Thine.

Light a flame of love with­in us;

Tune our souls to pray­er and praise;

To Thy own blest im­age win us;

Guide us in Thy right­eous ways.

Here con­vert us

And at last to glo­ry raise.