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While the pealing organ rung;

Were it meet with acred train

To cloe my lay o light and vain,

Thus the holy Fathers ung:

That day of wrath, that dreadful day!

When heaven and earth hall pas away,

What power hall be the inner's tay?

How hall he meet that dreadful day?

When hrivelling like a parchèd croll

The flaming heavens together roll;

When louder yet, and yet more dread,

Swells the high trump that wakes the dead!

Oh! on that day, that wrathful day When man to judgment wakes from clay,

Be Thou the trembling inner's tay, Though heaven and earth hall pas away!