1. That day of wrath, that direful day, Shall
2. How shall poor mortals quake with fears, When
all the world in ashes lay, As David and Sybilla say, As
their impartial judge appears, Who all their causes strictly hears, Who
David and Sybilla say.
all their causes strictly hears.

3. His trumpet sounds a dreadful tone;
The noise through all the graves is blown,
And calls the dead before his throne,
And calls the dead before his throne.

4. O dreadful God! O glorious King!
Who dost the savèd freely bring
To bliss; save me, O mercy's spring,
To bliss; save me, O mercy's spring.