1 Each setting sun draws near the day
When, at Jehovah's word,
The heavens like smoke shall pass away,
Revealing Christ our Lord.

2 To speak our doom he will descend,
Beheld by every eye;
Life or destruction shall
Those Judgments from on high.

3 Then weigh thyself with anxious care,
And seek a throne of grace;
Thy soul his Spirit can prepare
To stand before his face.