Behold, There Comes an Hour Unknown

Behold

there comes an hour un­known

When high up­on His burn­ing throne

The Lord

who died for sin­ful men

To judge the world shall come again.

Obedient to His high com­mand

From ev­ery na­tion

tribe and land

The ga­thered sons of Ad­am meet

Around that aw­ful judg­ment seat.

Behold the Judge! that brow of flame

Once wore the thorns and bore the shame;

His blood a Ro­man cross once dyed—

That Judge for me was cru­ci­fied.

The voice of blas­phe­my is dumb

The sin­ner’s day of fear has come!

The trai­tor’s kiss

the scorn­er’s sneer

Are known no more: the Judge is here.

Ah

see the my­ri­ad throngs di­vide!

To right and left they turn aside—

What wail­ing bursts from ev­ery heart

Which hears the aw­ful word

De­part!

But lo! a fair im­mor­tal throng

Breaks forth in strains of end­less song

To hear the words

Ye bless­èd come!

Receive your king­dom and your home.

Oh

sin­ner

you that Judge must meet

And face that aw­ful judg­ment seat;

Repent

and give Him now your heart

Ere you shall hear His word

De­part.