Vii. [7]

Before his face the Heav’ns give place,   and Skies are rent asunder. With mighty voice and hideous noise,   more terrible than Thunder. His Brightness damps Heav’n’s glorious Lamps   and makes them hide their heads; As if afraid and quite dismay’d,   they quit their wonted steads.

VIII.

Ye sons of men that durst contemn   the Threat’nings of God’s Word, How cheer you now? Your hearts, I trow,   are thrill’d as with a sword. Now Atheist blind, whose brutish mind   a God could never see, Dost thou perceive, dost now believe   that Christ thy Judge shall be?

IX.

Stout Courages, (whose hardiness   could Death and Hell outface,) Are you as bold, now you behold   your Judge draw near apace? They cry, “No, no, Alas! and woe!   our courage all is gone: Our hardiness (fool hardiness)   hath us undone, undone!“