O What a Sound Was There!

O what a sound was there!

’Tis na­ture’s fi­nal groan:

And Je­sus bids the world ap­pear

Before His aw­ful throne.

The day at length is come

As threat­ened

like a snare:

A source of end­less joy to some;

To oth­ers

of des­pair.

The Sav­ior is at hand

Behold

He comes with clouds;

And an­gels

at their Lord’s com­mand

Appear in joy­ful crowds.

But who may stand this day

Destroying far and wide?

When Heav’n and earth shall flee away

Who can the storm abide?

The saints alone shall stand

The peo­ple of His love;

He sets them at His own right hand

And gives them joy above.

Into His pre­sence brought

They see Him face to face;

No oth­er place His peo­ple sought

And now He grants this grace.