The Last Great Day

The earth shall melt with fer­vent heat

The heav­ens pass away

And all man­kind their doom shall meet

In that last great day.

Oh

that last great day

is com­ing ve­ry soon

’Tis the judg­ment day

and the lost shall weep;

’Tis the crown­ing day

and the saints shall greet

In that last great day.

The trump will sound

the Lord re­turn

And time no long­er stay

The world in judg­ment flames con­sume

In that last great day.

The ele­ments that now com­pose

The ball on which we stay

To smoke and va­por must dis­solve

In that last great day.

So

all who make this world their god

Can here no long­er stay;

Their fond­est hopes will all have fled

In that last great day.

The quick and dead

o’er land and sea

Will leave their mor­tal clay;

And put on im­mor­tal­ity

In that last great day.

The Church of God no more shall need

This poor ter­res­tri­al home;

For she shall dwell with Christ

her head

At the last great day.