All Must at Length Be Tried

All must at length be tried

The dead from dust arise;

Nor one of all earth’s mill­ions hide

From Christ’s all see­ing eyes.

How will the faith­less meet

The ter­rors of that day

When Heav’n and earth be­fore His seat

Astonished shrink away?

O sin­ner

seek His face

Whose wrath you can­not bear;

Welcome His yoke

ac­cept His grace

And find sal­va­tion there.

So will you bless the hour

When for your sake He bled;

And that last aw­ful day shall pour

New bless­ings on your head.