1 That fearful Day, that Day of dread,
When Thou shalt judge the quick and dead;
O God! I shudder to foresee
The awful things which then shall be!
2 When Thou shalt come, Thy angels round,
With legions, and with trumpet sound;
O Saviour, grant me in the air
With all Thy saints to meet Thee there!
3 Weep, O my soul, ere that great Day,
When God shall shine in plain array;
O weep thy sin, that thou mayst be
In that severest judgment free!
4 O Christ, forgive, remit, protect,
And set Thy servant with the elect;
That I may hear the voice that calls
The righteous to Thy heavenly halls!
5 Sit not in judgment on each deed,
Nor each intent in strictness read;
Forgive, accept, and save me the,
O Thou who lovest the souls of men!
|First Line:||That fearful Day, that Day of dread|
|Author:||Theodore of the Studium|
|Translator:||John Mason Neale (1862, alt.)|
|Topic:||Death and Eternity: Judgment; Advent, Second Sunday; Twenty Fifth Sunday after Trinity(1 more...)|
|Notes:||Alternate tune: #355 or #566|
|Notes:||Composer from index: Handel, ab. 1742|