Day of Wrath, O Day of Mourning

1. Day of wrath, O day of mourn- ing! See ful- filled the pro- phet's warn- ing, Heav'n and earth in ash- es burn- ing. Oh, what fear man's bo- som rend- eth When from Heav'n the Judge de- scend- eth On whose sen- tence all de- pend- eth!

2. Won- drous sound the trum- pet fling- eth, Through earth's sep- ul- chers it ring- eth, All be- fore the throne it bring- eth. Death is struck and na- ture qua- king; All cre- a- tion is a- wa- king, To its Judge an an- swer ma- king.

3. Lo, the book, ex- act- ly word- ed, Where- in all hath been re- cord- ed; Thence shall judg- ment be a- ward- ed. When the Judge His seat at- tain- eth And each hid- den deed ar- raign- eth, No- thing un- a- venged re- main- eth.

4. What shall I, frail man, be plead- ing? Who for me be in- ter- ced- ing When the just are mer- cy need- ing? King of ma- jest- y tre- men- dous, Who dost free sal- va- tion send us, Fount of pit- y, then be- friend us.

5. Think, good Je- sus, my sal- va- tion Caused Thy won- drous in- car- na- tion; Leave me not to re- pro- ba- tion! Faint and wear- y Thou hast sought me, On the cross of suff- 'ring bought me; Shall such grace be vain- ly brought me?