1 Hark! ye Mortals, hear the Trumpet,
Sounding loud the mighty Roar;
Hark! th' Arch-Angel's Voice proclaiming,
Thou old Time, shalt be no more.
Rolling Ages, rolling Ages, rolling Ages,
Now your solemn close appears.
2 This great rolling Frame of nature,
That huge Mass of blazing Day,
Yonder arch'd expance of Heav'n,
Ye must all dissoolve away.
Hark! th' Arch-Angel, Hark! th' Arch-Angel, Hark! th' Arch-Angel,
Swells the solemn summons loud.
3 See the gloomy Prisoners rising,
Hell's dark caverns gaping wide;
Wild Confusion sieze the Christless,
Horrors fill the spacious void:
Come ye Mountains, come ye Mountains, come ye Mountains,
Hide us from this dire Revenge.
4 See the purple Banner flying,
Hear the Judgment-Chariot roll;
Hear the Saviour's Words of mercy:
Come, ye ransom'd Heav'n-born Souls.
Judge these Nations, judge these Nations, judge these Nations,
Now they all shall feel my Pow'r.
5 Hurl'd in countless Numbers downward,
See in wild disorder driv'n;
Tortur'd with Despair and Anguish,
Left (and that for ever) Heav'n,
How Tremendous, how Tremendous, how Tremendous,
Sounds their last decisive Doom.
6 See the Souls that Earth dispised,
In celestial Glories move;
Hallelujah's big with wonder
Praising Christ's eternal Love:
Hallelujahs, Hallelujahs, Hallelujahs,
Echo through the Realms of Light.
7 Joys ecstatic, Hymns harmonious,
In soft Symphony resound,
Angels, Seraphs, Harps, and Trumpets,
Swell the sweet Angelic Sound:
Hail! Almighty! Hail! Almighty! Hail! Almighty!
Great eternal Lord, Amen.