Sir E. Bulwer Lytton.
That day of wrath, that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away;
What power shall be the sinner’s stay?
How will ye meet that dreadful day?
When shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll;
When louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead.
O! on that day, that wrathful day,