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DAY of wrath! that day dismaying,
As the seers of old are saying,
All the world in ashes laying.
What the fear! and what the quaking! When the Judge His way is taking, Strictest search in all things making.
When the trump, with blast astounding, Through the tombs of earth resounding, Bids all stand, the throne surrounding!
Death and Nature all aghast are,While the dead rise fast and faster, Answering to their Judge and Master!
Forth is brought the record solemn;
Now the Sov'reign Judge is seated;
Ah! what plea shall I be pleading?
O! thou King of awful splendor;
Jesus, Lord, my plea let this be,
Mine the woe, that brought from bliss Thee;
On that day, Lord, wilt Thou miss me?
Wearily for me Thou soughtest;
On the cross my soul Thou boughtest; Lose not all for which Thou wroughtest!
Vengeance, Lord, then be thy mission!
Low in shame before Thee groaning,
Her of old that sinned forgiving,
In my prayer, though sin discerning,
'Mid Thy sheep be my place given; Far the goats from me be driven; At Thy right hand fix'd in heaven.
When the cursed are confounded,
Bowed and prostrate hear me crying;
Ah, that day! that day of weeping!
Man to God in guilt is going,
A Vision of Immortality.
BEING A SEQUEL TO "THANATOPSIS," AND THE "HYMN TO DEATH."
I WHO essayed to sing in earlier days
Thou hast learn'd before
One lesson and her Hymn of Death hath fallen