Author

John Newton (1725-1807)

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Lyrics

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Day of judgment! Day of wonders!
Hark! The trumpet’s aweful sound,
louder than a thousand thunders,
shakes the vast creation round:
how the summons, how the summons
will the sinner’s heart confound!

See the Judge, our nature wearing,
clothed in majesty divine;
you who long for his appearing
then shall say, ‘This God is mine!’
Gracious Saviour, gracious Saviour,
own me in that day for thine.

At his call the dead awaken,
rise to life from earth and sea;
all the powers of nature, shaken
by his look, prepare to flee;
careless sinner, careless sinner,
what will then become of thee?

But to those who have confessèd,
loved and served the Lord below,
he will say, ‘Come near, you blessèd,
see the kingdom I bestow;
you for ever, you for ever
shall my love and glory know.’

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