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 such a sen­tence sound?

And through the mill­ions of the damned

Spread black des­pair around?

Depart from Me

ac­curs­èd

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 gen­tle voice

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.

So shall that curse re­move

By which the Sav­ior bled

And the last aw­ful day shall pour

His bless­ings on your head.