That Solemn Day Will Soon Arrive

That so­lemn day will soon ar­rive

Th’important

the de­ci­sive day

When

from death’s aw­ful slum­ber roused

God’s dread com­mand all must ob­ey.

Deep thun­ders ush­er in the morn

And through the heav’ns tre­men­dous roll:

The wide ex­panse is all on fire

While light­nings blaze from pole to pole.

In glo­ry

see! the Judge des­cends

Arrayed in ma­jes­ty and might;

Attended by ten thou­sand saints

And an­gels of ce­les­ti­al light.

The trum­pet’s loud and dread­ful blast

Sounds through the re­gions of the dead:

With ter­ror some

and some with joy

Rise from the dust

their low­ly bed.

All right­eous and eter­nal Judge!

When sum­moned at Thy bar to stand

May we

ac­quit­ted and app­roved

Be crowned with bliss at Thy right hand.