Hymnal: The Sacred Melodeon
Date: 1848
Compiler: A S Hayden
Publisher/Printer: A S Hayden
First Line: That great tremendous day's approaching
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 9s and 8s
Tune: Bollman
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 239, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThat great, tremendous day's approaching;
That glorious scene will shortly come;
'Twas long foretold by ancient prophets,
The long expected day of doom.
Think, O my soul! Reflect and wonder!
That awful day is drawing near,
When thou shalt see that great transaction,
When Christ in judgment shall apper.
See nature stand all in amazement,
To hear the last loud trumpet sound;
Arise, ye dead, and come to judgment,
Ye nations of the world around!
Loud thunder rumbling through the concave,
Bright, forked lightnings part the skies;
The heav'ns are shaking, th' earth is quaking,
The gloomy sight attracts mine eyes.
The orbit lamps, all veil'd in sackcloth,
No more their shining courses run;
The wheels of Thine, stopp'd in a moment, --
Eternal things are now begun!
Huge, mossy rocks, and tow'ring mountains
Over their tumbling bases roar;
The raging ocean, all in commotion,
Is dashing round her 'frighted shore.
Green, turfy graveyards, and tombs of marble
Give up their dead, both small and great;
See the whole world, both saint and sinner,
Are coming to the judgment seat!
See Jesus, on the throne of justice,
Come hast'ning down the parted skies,
With countless armies of shining angels, --
To meet him all the saints arise!
Bright shining streams from his holy presence;
His face ten thousand suns outshines;
Behold him coming in power and glory, --
To meet him all his saints combine.
"Go forth, ye heralds, with speed like lightning;
Call in my saints from distant lands:
Those that my blood has wash'd and ransom'd,
Whose names in Life's fair book do stand."
O come, ye blessed of my Father,
The purchase of my dying love,
Receive the crowns of life and glory,
Which are laid up for you above!
For you, dear souls, who have continued
With me in all temptations bore,
I have provided for you a kingdom,
To reign with me for evermore.
There are flowing fountains of living waters;
No sickness, pain, nor death to fear;
No sorrow, sighing, no fears nor dying,
Shall ever have admittance there;
But how will sinners stand and tremble,
When justice calls them to the bar;
Those that reject his offer'd mercy,
Their everlasting doom to hear.