Hymns Occasioned by the Earthquake, 5, Part 1

I Woe! to the men on earth who dwell,
Nor dread the' Almighty's frown;
When God doth all His wrath reveal,
And shower His judgments down!
Sinners, expect those heaviest showers;
To meet your God prepare!
For, lo! the seventh angel pours
His phial in the air.
A voice out of the temple cries.
And from the' eternal throne.
And all the storms of vengeance rise
When God declares 'Tis done!
Tis DONE! ten thousand voices join
To' applaud His righteous ire;
And thunders roll, and lightnings shine
That set the world on fire.

The mighty shock see?ns now begun,
Beyond example great,
And lo! the world's foundations groan
As at their instant fate;
Jehovah shakes the shatter'd ball.
Sign of the general doom!
The cities of the nations fall.
And Babel's hour is come.
Lo! from their roots the mountains leap;
The mountains are not found;
Transported far into the deep,
And in the ocean drown'd.
Jesus descends in dread array
To judge the scarlet whore:
And every isle is fled away,
And Britain is no more!

She sinks beneath her ambient flood,
And never more shall rise;
The earth is gone, on which we stood,
The old creation dies!
Who then shall live, and face the throne,
And face the Judge severe?
When heaven and earth are fled and gone,
O where shall I appear?