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S. M.
Behold the day is come.
Behold the day is come;
The righteous Judge is near;
And sinners, trembling at their doom,
Shall soon their sentence hear.
2 Angels, in bright attire,
Conduct him through the skies;
Darkness and tempest, smoke and fire,
Attend him as he flies.
3 How awful is the sight!
How loud the thunders roar!
The sun forbears to give his light,
And stars are seen no more.
4 The whole creation groans;
But saints arise and sing:
They are the ransomed of the Lord,
And he their God and King.
Beddome.