shall heaven and earth in ashes lay,
as David and the Sybil say.
when the approaching Judge shall find
and sift the deeds of all mankind!
shall rend each tomb’s sepulchral stone
and summon all before the Throne.
behold the trembling sinners rise
to meet the Judge’s searching eyes.
the Book of Consciences be read
to judge the lives of all the dead.
all hidden things must plain appear;
no crime can pass unpunished here.
and who for me will intercede?
when even Saints shall comfort need?
grace and mercy You grant free;
as Fount of Kindness, save me!
you did our suffering nature take
then do not now my soul forsake!
and suffering upon the tree!
let not in vain such labor be.
for pity take my sins away
before the dreadful reckoning day.
deep shame and grief are on my cheek;
in sighs and tears my sorrows speak.
and mercy for the robber find,
have filled with hope my anxious mind.
yet, Lord forbid that I should go
into the fires of endless woe.
o make me with Your sheep to stand,
as child of grace, at Your right Hand.
from the fires of misery
with the chosen call me.
my heart like ashes, crushed and dry,
assist me when I die.
is that day that wakes the dead,
calling all, with solemn blast
to be judged for all their past.
Lord, have mercy, Jesus blest,
grant them all Your Light and Rest. Amen.