The Day of Doom
was the night, Serene & Bright,
when all Men sleeping lay;
the season, & carnal reason
thought so 'twould last for aye.
take thine ease, let sorrow cease,
much good thou hast in store:
This was their Song, their Cups among,
the Evening before.
Wallowing in all kind of sin,
vile wretches lay secure:
The best of
men had scarcely then
their Lamps kept in good use.
who through disguise
amongst the best were numbered,
their eyes; yea, and the wise
through sloth and frailty slumbered.
For at midnight brake forth a Light,
which turned the night to
And speedily a hideous cry
did all the world dismay.
Sinners awake, their hearts do ache,
trembling their loins surpriseth;
Amazed with fear, by what they hear,
each one of them ariseth.
They rush from Beds with giddy heads,
and to their windows run,
Viewing this light, which shines more bright
than doth the Noon-day
Straightway appears (they see it with tears)
the Son of God
Who with his Train comes on amain
to Judge both Quick
Before his face the Heavens gave place,
and Skies are
With mighty voice, and hideous noise,
His brightness damps heaven's glorious lamps
them hang their heads,
As if afraid and quite dismayed,
their wonted steads.
No heart so bold, but now grows cold
almost dead with fear:
No eye so dry, but now can cry,
and pour out
many a tear.
Earth's Potentates and powerful States,
Men of Might
Are quite abashed, their courage dashed
at this most
Mean men lament, great men do rent
and tear their hair:
They do not spare their flesh to tear
All Kindreds wail: all hearts do fail:
world doth fill
With weeping eyes, and loud out-cries,
yet knows not
how to kill.
Some hide themselves in Caves and Delves,
Some rashly leap into the Deep,
to scape by being
Some to the Rocks (O senseless blocks!)
and woody Mountains
That there they might this fearful sight,
and dreaded Presence
In vain do they to Mountains say,
fall on us and us hide
From Judge's ire, more hot than fire,
for who may it abide?
place can from his Face
sinners at all conceal,
Whose flaming Eye
hid things doth 'spy
and darkest things reveal.
The Judge draws
nigh, exalted high,
upon a lofty Throne,
Amidst a throng of Angels
lo, Israel's Holy One!
The excellence of whose presence
and awful Majesty,
Amazeth Nature, and every Creature,
The Mountains smoke, the Hills are shook,
Earth is rent and torn,
As if she should be clear dissolved,
the Center borne.
The Sea doth roar, forsakes the shore,
away for fear;
The wild beasts flee into the Sea,
so soon as he
Before his Throne a Trump is blown,
day of Doom:
Forthwith he cries, Ye dead arise,
and unto Judgment
No sooner said, but 'tis obeyed;
Sepulchres opened are:
Dead bodies all rise at his call,
and his mighty power declare.
His winged Hosts fly through all Coasts,
good and bad, both quick and dead,
and all to Judgment bring.
their holes those creeping Moles,
that hid themselves for fear,
force they take, and quickly make
before the Judge appear.
every one before the Throne
of Christ the Judge is brought,
righteous and impious
that good or ill hath wrought.
and differing station
by Christ appointed is
(To sinners sad) 'twixt
good and bad,
'twixt Heirs of woe and bliss.