Day of wrath, O dreadful day!

Verse 1

Day of wrath, O dreadful day! When this world shall pass away, And the heavens together roll, Shriveling like a parchèd scroll, Long foretold by saint and sage, David’s harp and sibyl’s page.

Verse 2

Day of terror, day of doom, When at last the Judge shall come! Through the deep and silent gloom, Shrouding every human tomb, Shall the archangel’s trumpet tone Summon all before the throne.

Verse 3

O just Judge, to whom belongs, Vengeance for all earthly wrongs, Grant forgiveness, Lord, at last, Ere the dread account be past; Lo, my sighs, my guilt, my shame! Spare me for Thine own great name.

Verse 4

Thou, who bad’st the sinner cease From her tears and go in peace, Thou, who to the dying thief Spakest pardon and relief, Thou, O Lord, to me hast given, E’en to me, the hope of Heaven.