And Will The Judge Descend?

And will the Judge descend,

And must the dead arise

And not a single soul escape

His all discerning eyes?

And from His righteous lips

Shall this dread sentence sound

And through the numerous guilty throng

Spread black despair around:

"Depart from Me, accursed,

To everlasting flame,

For rebel angels first prepared,

Where mercy never came"?

How will my heart endure

The terrors of that day

When earth and Heav'n before His face

Astonished shrink away?

But ere that trumpet shakes

The mansions of the dead,

Hark from the Gospel's cheering sound

What joyful tidings spread:

Ye sinners, seek His grace

Whose wrath ye cannot bear;

Fly to the shelter of His cross

And find salvation there.

 

 

 

 

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