The Lord, the Sov’reign, sends His summons forth,
Calls the south nations, and awakes the north;
From east to west the sounding orders spread
Thro’ distant worlds, an regions of the dead:
No more shall atheists mock His long delay;
His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day.

Behold the Judge descends; His guards are nigh;
Tempests and fire attend Him down the sky:
Heav’n, earth, and hell draw near; let all things come,
To hear His justice and the sinner’s doom:
But gather first my saints, (the Judge commands,)
Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.

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