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. [11]

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. [12]

The Mountains smoke, the Hills are shook,   the Earth is rent and torn, As if she should be clear dissolv’d   or from her center borne. The Sea doth roar, forsakes the shore,   and shrinks away for fear; The wild beasts flee into the sea,   so soon as he draws near,

XVI. [13]

Whose Glory bright, whose wond’rous Might,   whose Power Imperial, So far surpass whatever was   in Realms Terrestrial, That tongues of men (nor Angel’s pen)   Cannot the same express; And therefore I must pass it by,   lest speaking should transgress.

_Resurrection of the Dead._

XVII. [14]

Before his Throne a Trump is blown,   proclaiming th’ Day of Doom; Forthwith he cries, “_Ye Dead arise_   _and unto Judgment come._“ No sooner said, but ’tis obey’d;   Sepulchers open’d are; Dead bodies all rise at his call,   and’s mighty Power declare.