1 Woe to the men on earth who dwell,
Nor dread th' Almighty's frown,
When God doth all his wrath reveal,
And shower his judgments down.
2 Sinners, expect those heaviest showers;
To meet your God, prepare!
For, lo! the seventh angel pours
His vial on the air.
3 Lo! from their seats the mountains leap,
The mountains are not found,
Transported far into the deep,
And in the ocean drowned.
4 Who then shall live and face the throne,
And face the Judge severe?
When heaven and earth are fled and gone,
Oh, where shall I appear?
5 Now, only now, against that hour
We may a place provide;
Beyond the grave, beyond the power
Of hell our spirits hide;--
6 Firm in the all-destroying shock,
May view the final scene;
For, lo, the everlasting Rock
Is cleft to take us in.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #365