Millennial Musings

1 Behold! with awful pomp,
The Judge prepares to come;
The archangel sounds the dreadful trump,
And wakes the general doom. MIM 86.3

2 Nature, in wild amaze,
Her dissolution mourns;
Blushes of blood the moon deface;
The sun to darkness turns. MIM 87.1

3 The living look with dread;
The frighted dead arise,
Start from the monumental bed.
And lift their ghastly eyes. MIM 87.2

4 Horrors all hearts appal,
They quake! they shriek! they cry!
Bid rocks and mountains on them fall,
But rocks and mountains fly. MIM 87.3

5 Ye wilful, wanton fools,
Let dangers make you wise;
Carnal professors, careless souls,
Unclose your sleeping eyes. MIM 87.4

6 ‘T is time we all awake;
The dreadful day draws near;
Sinners, your proud presumption check,
And stop your wild career. MIM 87.5

7 Now is th’ accepted time,
To Christ for mercy fly; O turn, repent, and trust in him,
And you shall never die. MIM 87.6

8 Great God, in whom we live,
Prepare us for that day;
Help us in Jesus to believe,
To watch, and wait, and pray. MIM 88.1