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Day of Wrath, O Dreadful Day

Author: Arthur Stanley, 1815-1881 Hymnal: Our Great Redeemer's Praise #284 (2022) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 First Line: Day of wrath, O dreadful day! Lyrics: 1 Day of wrath, O dreadful day! When this world shall pass away, and the heav'ns together roll, shriv'ling like a dry, parched scroll; long foretold by saint and sage, David’s harp and prophet’s page. 2 Day of terror, day of doom, when the Judge at last shall come, through the deep and silent gloom, shrouding ev'ry human tomb; shall th'archangel’s trumpet tone summon all before the throne. 3 Then the writing shall be read which shall judge the quick and dear; ten the Lord of all our race shall appoint to each his place; ev'ry wrong shall be set right ev'ry secret brought to light. 4 O just Judge, to whom belongs, vengeance for all earthly wrongs, grant forgiveness, Lord, at last, ere the dread account be past; lo, my sighs, my guilt, my shame! Spare me for Thine own great Name. 5 Thou, who bade the sinner cease from her tears and go in peace; Thou, who to the dying thief spoke sweet pardon and relief; Thou, O Lord, to me has giv'n, e’en to me, the hope of heav'n. Topics: Jesus, Coming Again to Judge Christ's Return Scripture: Luke 7:36-50 Languages: English Tune Title: DIES IRAE

Day of Wrath, O Dreadful Day!

Author: Thomas of Celano; Arthur P. Stanley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #1177 Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 First Line: Day of wrath, O dreadful day Lyrics: 1. Day of wrath, O dreadful day! When this world shall pass away, And the heavens together roll, Shriveling like a parchèd scroll, Long foretold by saint and sage, David’s harp and sibyl’s page. 2. Day of terror, day of doom, When at last the Judge shall come! Through the deep and silent gloom, Shrouding every human tomb, Shall the archangel’s trumpet tone Summon all before the throne. 3. O just Judge, to whom belongs, Vengeance for all earthly wrongs, Grant forgiveness, Lord, at last, Ere the dread account be past; Lo, my sighs, my guilt, my shame! Spare me for Thine own great name. 4. Thou, who bad’st the sinner cease From her tears and go in peace, Thou, who to the dying thief Spakest pardon and relief, Thou, O Lord, to me hast given, E’en to me, the hope of Heaven. Languages: English Tune Title: REYNOLDSTONE