There shall come a night of such wild affright,
As none beside shall know:
When the heaven shall shake, and the wide earth quake
In its last and deepest woe!
The children of day are summoned away:
Left are the children of night —
Sealed is their doom, for there’s no more room:
Filled are the mansions of light!
What an awful cry will rend the sky:
“Open to us, O Lord!”
O ye sinners, yet, ere the door be shut,
Let that cry in faith be heard.
And then, in that night of such wild affright
As none beside shall know,
Ye shall calmly rest on HIS tender breast,
Far off from the world’s last woe.