The Day of Doom; Or, A Poetical Description of the Great and Last Judgment: With Other PoemsWigglesworth, Michael
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The Day of Doom; Or, A Poetical Description of the Great and Last Judgment: With Other Poems
Wigglesworth, Michael
Judgment Day -- Poetry
They rush from beds with giddy heads,
and to their windows run,
Viewing this light, which shines more bright
than doth the noon-day Sun.
Straightway appears (they see't with tears)
the Son of God most dread,
Who with his Train comes on amain
to judge both Quick and Dead.
VII.
[Sidenote: 2 Pet. 3:10.]
Before his face the Heav'ns give place,
and Skies are rent asunder,
With mighty voice and hideous noise,
more terrible than Thunder.
His Brightness damps Heav'n's glorious Lamps
and makes them hide their heads;
As if afraid and quite dismay'd,
they quit their wonted steads.
VIII.
Ye sons of men that durst contemn
the Threat'nings of God's Word,
How cheer you now? Your hearts, I trow,
are thrill'd as with a sword.
Now Atheist blind, whose brutish mind
a God could never see,
Dost thou perceive, dost now believe
that Christ thy Judge shall be?
IX.
Stout Courages, (whose hardiness
could Death and Hell outface,)
Are you as bold, now you behold
your Judge draw near apace?
They cry, "No, no, Alas! and woe!
our courage all is gone:
Our hardiness (fool hardiness)
hath us undone, undone!"
X.
[Sidenote: Rev. 6:15.]
No heart so bold, but now grows cold,
and almost dead with fear;
No eye so dry but now can cry,
and pour out many a tear.
Earth's Potentates and pow'rful States,
Captains and Men of Might,
Are quite abasht, their courage dasht,
at this most dreadful sight.
XI.
[Sidenote: Mat. 24:30.]
Mean men lament, great men do rent
their Robes, and tear their hair;
They do not spare their flesh to tear
through horrible despair.
All kindreds wail; all hearts do fail;
Horror the World doth fill
With weeping eyes and loud out-cries,
yet knows not how to kill.
XII.
[Sidenote: Rev. 6:15, 16.]
Some hide themselves in Caves and Delves,
in places under ground:
Some rashly leap into the Deep,
to 'scape by being drown'd:
Some to the Rocks (0 senseless blocks!)
and woody Mountains run,
That there they might this fearful sight,
and dreaded Presence shun.
XIII.
In vain do they to Mountains say,
"Fall on us and us hide
From Judge's ire, more hot than Fire,
for who may it abide?"
No hiding place can from his Face
sinners at all conceal,
Whose flaming Eye hid things doth spy,
and darkest things reveal.
XIV.
[Sidenote: Mat. 25:21.]
The Judge draws nigh, exalted high
upon a lofty Throne,
Amidst the throng of Angels strong,
lo, Israel's Holy One!
The excellence of whose Presence
and awful Majesty,
Amazeth Nature, and every Creature
doth more than terrify.
XV.
[Sidenote: Rev. 6:14.]
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