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great Day of wrath and terror, That last Day of woe and doom, Like a thief that comes at midnight, On the sons of men shall come; When the pride and pomp of ages All shall utterly have pass'd, And they stand in anguish, owning That the end is here at last; And the trumpet's pealing clangour, Through the earth's four quarters spread, Waxing loud and ever louder, Shall convoke the quick and dead: And the King of heavenly glory Shall assume His throne on high,