HYMN LXXXIV. Judgment

Hark! ye Mortals, hear the Trumpet, Sounding loud the mighty Roar; Hark! th' Arch-Angel's Voice proclaiming, Thou old Time, shalt be no more. Rolling Ages, rolling Ages, rolling Ages, Now your solemn close appears.

This great rolling Frame of Nature, That huge Mass of blazing Day, Yonder arch'd expance of Heav'n, Ye must all dissolve away. Hark! th' Arch-Angel, &c. Swells the solemn summons loud.

See the gloomy Prisoners rising, Hell's dark caverns gaping wide; Wild Confusion sieze the Christless, Horrors fill the spacious void: Come ye Mountains, &c. Hide us from this dire Revenge.

See the purple Banner flying, Hear the Judgment-Chariot roll; Hear the Saviour's Words of Mercy: Come, ye ransom'd Heav'n-born Souls. Judge these Nations, &c. Now they all shall feel my Pow'r.

Hurl'd in countless Numbers downward. See in wild disorder driv'n; Tortur'd with Despair and Anguish, Left (and that for ever) Heav'n, How Tremendous, &c. Sounds their last decisive Doom.

See the Souls that Earth dispised, In celestial Glories move; Hallelujah's big with wonder, Praising Christ's eternal Love: Hallelujahs, &c. Echo through the Realms of Light.

Joys ecstatic, Hymns harmonious, In soft Symphony resound, Angels, Seraphs, Harps and Trumpets, Swell the sweet Angelic Sound: Hail! Almighty! &c. Great eternal Lord, Amen.