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1 Hark! from the sky, the trump proclaims,
Jesus the Judge approaching nigh!
See, the creation wrapped in flames,
First kindled by his vengeful eye!
2 when thus the mountains melt like wax;
When earth, and air, and sea, shall burn:
When all the frame of nature shakes;
Poor sinner, whither wilt thou turn?
3 The puny works which feeble men
Now boast, or covet, or admire;
Their pomp, and arts, and treasures, then
Shall perish in one common fire.
4 Lord, fix our hearts and hopes above!
Since all below to ruin tends;
Here may we trust, obey and love,
And there be found amongst thy friends.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799