1 The day, the solemn day shall come,
The long delayéd day of doom;
The hour when God shall awful rise,
And fears a guilty world surprise.
2 Heaven’s greatest light, the glorious sun,
No more his wonted course shall run;
No more divide the varied year,
Obliged to quit his lofty sphere.
3 The moon, and stars extinguished quite,
No more shall rule the silent night;
Nor silver planets longer run
In dance harmonious round the sun.
4 No sooner shall th’Almighty call
But flames shall seize this earthly ball;
And heaven’s high frame without delay
With hideous crash shall pass away.
5 Their seats the frighted mountains quit,
The shrinking seas their shores forget;
In rapid streams of mingled fire
The shifting elements expire.
6 These awful scenes my soul bring near,
For this tremendous day prepare;
How just, how holy must thou be
If thou with joy this day wouldst see?
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9459
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9459||The Day, The Solemn Day Shall Come||The day, the solemn day shall come||SPIRES||John Needham||LM||<cite>Hymns Devotional and Moral on Various Subjects</cite> (Bristol, England: S. Farley, 1768)|