The Day The Solemn Day Shall Come


The day, the solemn day shall come,
The long delayed day of doom;
The hour when God shall awful rise,
And fears a guilty world surprise.

Heaven’s greatest light, the glorious sun,
No more his wonted course shall run;
No more divide the varied year,
Obliged to quit his lofty sphere.

The moon, and stars extinguished quite,
No more shall rule the silent night;
Nor silver planets longer run
In dance harmonious round the sun.

No sooner shall th’Almighty call
But flames shall seize this earthly ball;
And heaven’s high frame without delay
With hideous crash shall pass away.

Their seats the frighted mountains quit,
The shrinking seas their shores forget;
In rapid streams of mingled fire
The shifting elements expire.

These awful scenes my soul bring near,
For this tremendous day prepare;
How just, how holy must thou be
If thou with joy this day wouldst see?