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
Trench, Richard Chenevix, D.D. was born in North Frederick Street, Dublin, on Sept. 9th, 1807, during a visit of his parents of some mouths to Ireland. His father was Richard Trench, 6th son of Frederick Trench, of Woodlands, Co. Galway; his mother Melesina, only grandchild and heiress of Richard Chenevix, Bishop of Waterford, and widow of Colonel St. George. On his mother's side he was almost purely French, the grandfather of Bishop Chenevix of Waterford, Philip Chenevix of d'Eply of Loraine having only taken refuge in England on the revocation of the Edict of Nantes. The Huguenot refugee families married for a long time within themselves, and in Mrs. Richard Trench, four distinct foreign strains were blended. Her sons (the Archbishop and… Go to person page >
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