The Final Conflagration

Verse 1

Stand, th' Omnipotent decree, Jehovah's will be done! Nature's end we wait to see, And hear her final groan. Let this earth dissolve, and blend In death the wicked and the just; Let those pond'rous orbs descend, And grind us into dust.

Verse 2

Rests secure the righteous man; At his Redeemer's beck, Sure t' emerge and rise again, And mount above the wreck; Lo! the heavenly spirit towers Like flames o'er nature's funeral pyre; Triumphs in immortal powers, And claps his wings of fire.

Verse 3

Nothing that the just to lose By worlds on worlds destroyed; Far beneath his feet he views, With smiles, the flaming void; Sees this universe renewed-- The grand millennial reign begun; Shouts, with all the sons of God, Around the eternal throne.

Verse 4

Resting in this glorious hope, To be at last restored, Yield we now our bodies up To earthquake, plague, or sword; Listening for the call divine, The latest trumpet of the seven, Soon our soul and form shall join, And both fly up to heaven.