847    S.M.     J. Hart
The Day of Judgement. 2 Cor. 5. 10; Mark. 13. 33

1 Behold! with awful pomp
  The Judge prepares to come;
  The archangel sounds the dreadful trump,
  And wakes the general doom.

2 Nature in wild amaze,
  Her dissolution mourns;
  Blushes of blood the moon deface;
  The sun to darkness turns.

3 The living look with dread;
  The frighted dead arise,
  Start from the monumental bed,
  And lift their ghastly eyes.

4 Horrors all hearts appal;
  They quake, they shriek, they cry;
  Bid rocks and mountains on them fall,
  But rocks and mountains fly.

5 Great God, in whom we live,
  Prepare us for that day;
  Help us in Jesus to believe,
  To watch, and wait, and pray.