He’ll Come, the Judge Will Surely Come

He’ll come

the Judge will sure­ly come

Ye athe­ists mock no more;

His cha­ri­ot wheels are hast­en­ing on

The Judge is at the door.

Swift glide the streams of time along

To bring the aw­ful day;

Each fly­ing hour with­draw­ing says

The Judge will not de­lay.

See where the migh­ty an­gel stands

Embracing sea and shore;

To Heav­en he lifts his hand

and swears

That time shall be no more.

He swears—be­hold

the Judge des­cends

His of­fice to com­plete;

The tribes of Ad­am tremb­ling stand

Before the judg­ment seat.

Prepare

my soul

to meet thy judge

Thy life through­out sur­vey;

From evil cease

and learn the good

If Thou wouldst stand that day.

Washed in Thy Sav­ior’s blood thy robes

Shall be both clean and white;

A ho­ly soul can view its judge

And tri­umph in the sight.