Rise, O Lord! In All Thy Glory

Rise

O Lord! in all Thy glo­ry

On the last and dread­ful day;

Lo! the lof­ty hills are hoa­ry

Trembling ere they melt away!

Come to judg­ment! Come to judg­ment

Let Thy wheels no long­er stay.

Crash on crash of dist­ant thun­der

Peals aloud from pole to pole;

As in wrath they burst asun­der

And the skies to­ge­ther roll!

Clothed in sack­cloth! Clothed in sack­cloth!

Withering like a parc­hment scroll!

Now the uni­verse in mo­tion

Sinks up­on her fu­ne­ral pyre

Earth dis­solv­ing

and the ocean

Vanishing in fin­al fire:

Hark

the trum­pet! Hark

the trumpet

Loud—the hour of ire!

Graves have yawned in count­less num­bers

From the dust the dead arise—

Legions

out of silent slum­bers

Wake in ov­er­whelmed sur­prise—

Where all na­ture! Where all na­ture

Wrecked and torn in ru­in lies!

Lo! that last long se­pa­ra­tion

As the cleav­ing crowds di­vide—

And one dread adju­di­ca­tion

Sends each soul to ei­ther side:

Lord of mer­cy! Lord of mer­cy!

How shall I that day abide?

Sign of safe­ty! see it light­en­ing

Once the cross of crim­son shame!

And with heav’n­ly lus­ter bright­en­ing

Those who suf­fered in its name!

Mighty mill­ions! Migh­ty mill­ions!

Radiant with their wings of flame!

Rise

O Lord! in all Thy glo­ry

On Thine ama­ran­thine throne!

Thousand thou­sand worlds adore Thee

Bow their knee to Thee alone.

Hail

Em­ma­nu­el! Hail

Em­ma­nu­el!

Let our hearts be all Thine own!