Tuesday
Great God! what do I see and hear,
The end of things created,
The Judge of all men doth appear,
On clouds of glory seated.
The trumpet sounds, the graves restore
The dead which they contained before:-
Prepare, my soul, to meet Him!
Great Judge! to Thee our prayers we pour,
In deep abasement bending;
O shield us through that last dread hour,
Thy wondrous love extending!
May we, in this our trial day,
With faithful hearts Thy word obey,
And thus prepare to meet Thee!
Translated from Luther
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