Who dross, will then appear.
O God, let me experience
Upon my heart thy grace;
That is the stamp and image
Alone that day can pass.
LI.
THE JUDGEMENT COME.
Hark, hark! methinks I hear a voice,
Swift piercing through the troubled sky:
“He comes, He comes; ye saints rejoice;
The end, the end of time, is nigh!