1 See, the Savior comes to judgment,
Wearing His imperial crown;
Robed with brightest flames celestial,
Dusky clouds He makes His throne:
By His glory
And His scepter He is known.

2 Now the trumpet wakes the nations,
O’er the world its sound is spread;
Shakes the earth, pervades the ocean,
Calls to life the numerous dead:
Now poor sinner,
Whither canst thou hide Thy head?

3 Life in every urn is breathing,
Every prison yields its store!
Souls and bodies are uniting,
Joining now to part no more:
Day of wonders,
Day of God’s almighty power.

4 Rebels who the Savior slighted
Now confused before Him fly,
Refuge take in rocks and mountains,
To evade His piercing eye:
Fear His vengeance,
Seek for safety far and nigh.

5 But the mountains cannot hide them,
Rocks regard not when they pray;
’Midst the general conflagration,
Rocks and mountains melt away:
Every refuge
Disappears in that great day.

6 Jesus, but reveal Thy mercy,
Tell, oh tell me l am Thine;
Then, amidst dissolving nature,
I will sing of grace divine:
Swell Thy triumphs,
And in hallelujahs join.