1 The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll on fire,
As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire;
Self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud,
And the heavens with the burthen of
God-head are bowed. MIM 77.2
2 The glory! the glory! by myriads are poured
The hosts of the angels to wait on the Lord;
And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there,
And all who the palm-wreath of victory wear. MIM 77.3
3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard;
Lo, the depths of the stone-covered charnel are stirred; From the sea, from the land, from the south and the north,
The vast generations of man are come forth. MIM 77.4
4 The judgment! the judgment! The thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders are met!
All flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity hangs on his word! MIM 78.1
5 O mercy! O mercy! look down from above,
Creator! on us, thy sad children, with love;
When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven,
May our sanctified souls find a mansion in heaven! MIM 78.2