1 Awake, our souls, behold how nigh
The day, when from their bases hurled,
The hills and mountains moldering lie,
And vengeful flames consume the world.

2 The ocean’s troubled waves ascend
In streams, and leave the burning shore;
The solid earth convulsions rend,
And skies and stars are seen no more.

3 Chaos again assumes its seat,
And darkness fills its ancient throne;
In wild disorder, atoms meet,
And nature dies with awful groan.

4 But Jesus lives when nature dies,
His love survives sin’s wrecks and spoils;
Pleased with the change, His saints arise,
And view below their finished toils.

5 When sinners’ hopes abortive prove,
And with the world their joys expire,
Then shall we sing unchanging love,
And ever feel the sacred fire.