HEAR'ST thou, my ſoul, what ſerious things
Both the Pſalm and Sibyl ſings
Of a ſure Judge, from whoſe ſharp ray
The world in flames ſhall fly away!
O that Fire! before whoſe face
Heaven and earth ſhall find no place:
O thoſe Eyes! whoſe angry light
Muſt be the day of that dread night.
O that Trump! whoſe blaſt ſhall run
An even round with th' circling Sun,
And urge the murmuring graves to bring
Pale mankind forth to meet his King.