A translation by Walter Scott of Thomas of Celano
That day of wrath, that dreadful day
When heav’n and earth shall pass away!
What powe’r shall be the sinner’s stay?
How shall he meet that dreadful day?
When, shriveling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heav’ns together roll;
When louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead;
O on that day, that wrathful day
When man to judgment wakes from clay
Be thou the trembling sinner’s stay
Though heav’n and earth shall pass away