The Hour Will Quickly Come

The hour will quick­ly come

When earth shall hear its doom;

At His com­mand the flames shall rise;

Ten thou­sand thun­ders roar

And rage from shore to shore;

While all dis­solve

both earth and skies.

See

see the Judge ap­pear!

His last great man­date hear

To judg­ment

all ye na­tions come!

The na­tions all ob­ey

And

trem­bling

haste away

To meet their ev­er­last­ing doom.

Now all the hu­man race

Appear be­fore the face

Of sov­er­eign ma­jes­ty di­vine:

Ye guil­ty and im­pure

How will ye then en­dure

Your dread­ful des­ti­ny to hear?

Great day

that shall des­cry

To ev­ery won­der­ing eye

The sec­ret deeds of day and night!

The sac­red vol­ume large

Its re­cords shall dis­charge

And bring our ev­ery thought to light.

The bold blas­phem­er there

Will trem­ble and des­pair;

No way to shun im­pend­ing ire;

Where shall the guil­ty hide

Or the fierce day ab­ide

When He ap­pears re­vealed in fire?

With pangs un­felt be­fore

Too late they now im­plore

A re­fuge from tre­men­dous wrath;

With what stu­pendous awe

They hear the fie­ry law

Consign them to eter­nal death!