The Day Of Wrath, That Dreadful Day,
When Heaven And Earth Shall Pass Away:
What Power Shall Be The Sinner’s Stay?
How Shall He Meet That Dreadful Day?

When, Shrivelling Like A Parched Scroll,
The Flaming Heavens Together Roll,
And Louder Yet, And Yet More Dread,
Swells The High Trump That Wakes The Dead;

O! On That Day, That Awful Day,
When Man To Judgement Wakes From Clay,
Be Thou, O Christ! The Sinner’s Stay,
Though Heaven And Earth Shall Pass Away.