1 O what a sound was there!
’Tis nature’s final groan:
And Jesus bids the world appear,
Before His awful throne.
2 The day at length is come,
As threatened, like a snare:
A source of endless joy to some;
To others, of despair.
3 The Savior is at hand,
Behold, He comes with clouds;
And angels, at their Lord’s command,
Appear in joyful crowds.
4 But who may stand this day,
Destroying far and wide?
When Heav’n and earth shall flee away,
Who can the storm abide?
5 The saints alone shall stand,
The people of His love;
He sets them at His own right hand,
And gives them joy above.
6 Into His presence brought,
They see Him face to face;
No other place His people sought,
And now He grants this grace.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9605
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9605||O What A Sound Was There!||O what a sound was there!||ABER||Thomas Kelly||SM||<cite>Hymns Not Before Published</cite> (Dublin: Thomas Johnston, 1815)|