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Text: | The Books opened |
1 Methinks the last great day is come,
Methinks I hear the trumpet sound
That shakes the earth, rends every tomb,
And wakes the prisoners under ground.
2 The mighty deep gives up her trust,
Aw'd by the judge's high command;
Both small and great now quit their dust,
And round the dread tribunal stand.
3 Behold the awful books display'd,
Big with th' important fates of men;
Each deed and word now public made,
As wrote by heaven's unerring pen.
4 To every soul, the books assign
The joyous or the dread reward:
Sinners in vain lament and pine,
No pleas the Judge will here regard.
5 Lord, when these awful leaves unfold,
May life's fair book my soul approve;
There may I read my name enroll'd,
And triumph in redeeming love.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Methinks the last great day is come |
Title: | The Books opened |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | The Day of Judgment; Judgment day: Books opened |