1 Oh that day, that day of ire,
Told of prophet, when in fire
Shall a world dissolved expire!
2 Oh what trembling agony,
When His coming shall be nigh,
Who shall all things judge and try!
3 When the trumpet's thrilling tone,
through the tombs of ages gone,
Summons all before the throne.
4 Death and Nature stand aghast,
When all creatures, at the blast,
Rise to answer for the past.
5 Open then, the book shall lie,
All overwrite for every eye,
With a world's iniquity.
6 Then the Judge shall sit!--oh then
All that's hid shall be made plain,
Unrequited naught remain.
7 What then, wretched! shall I plead,
Who for me shall intercede,
When the righteous scarce is freed?
8 King of awful majesty!
Saving souls in mercy free;
Fount of pity, save Thou me!
9 Oh remember, Lord, I pray,
I the cause was of Thy way;
Do not lose me on that day!Source: The Book of Worship #451