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Oh, on that day, that wrathful day,When man to judgment wakes from clay,Be Thou, Christ, the sinner's stay,Though heaven and earth shall pass away.

Then, when the glorious end,The day of God shall come,The angel reapers shall descend,And heaven sing, "Harvest-home!"

The deeds we do, the words we say,Into still air they seem to fleet;We count them ever past;But they shall lastIn the dread judgment theyAnd we shall meet.