Day of Anger, That Dread Day

Day of an­ger

that dread day

Shall the sign in Heav’n dis­play

And the earth in ash­es lay.

O what trem­bling shall ap­pear

When His com­ing shall be near

Who shall all things strict­ly clear!

When the trum­pet shall com­mand

Through the tombs of ev­ery land

All be­fore the throne to stand!

Death shall shrink and na­ture quake

When all crea­tures shall awake

Answer to their judge to make.

See the Book di­vine­ly penned

In which all is found con­tained

Whence the world shall be ar­raigned!

When the Judge is on His throne

All that’s hid­den shall be shown

Naught un­pun­ished or un­known!

What shall I be­fore Him say?

How shall I be safe that day

When the right­eous scarce­ly may?

King of aw­ful ma­jes­ty

Saving sin­ners gra­cious­ly

Fount of mer­cy

save Thou me!

Leave me not

my Sav­ior! one

For whose soul Thy course was run

Lest I be that day un­done.

Thou didst toil my soul to gain;

Didst re­deem me with Thy pain;

Be such la­bor not in vain!

Thou just Judge of wrath sev­ere

Grant my sins re­mis­sion here

Ere Thy reck­on­ing day ap­pear.

My trans­gress­ions griev­ous are;

Scarce look up for shame I dare;

Lord

Thy guil­ty sup­pli­ant spare!

Thou didst heal the sin­ner’s grief

And didst hear the dy­ing thief:

Even I may hope re­lief.

All un­wor­thy is my pray­er;

Make my soul Thy mer­cy’s care

And from fire eter­nal spare!

Place me with Thy sheep

that band

Who shall se­pa­rat­ed stand

From the goats

at Thy right hand!

When Thy voice in wrath shall say

Cursèd ones

de­part away!

Call me with the blest

I pray!

Lord

Thine ear in mer­cy bow!

Broken is my heart and low:

Guard of my last end be Thou!

In that day

that mourn­ful day

When to judg­ment wakes our clay

Show me mer­cy

Lord

I pray!