I Dreamed That the Great Judgment Morning

I dreamed that the great judg­ment morn­ing

Had dawned

and the trum­pet had blown;

I dreamed that the na­tions had ga­thered

To judg­ment be­fore the white throne;

From the throne came a bright shin­ing an­gel

And he stood on the land and the sea

And he swore with his hand raised to Heav­en

That time was no long­er to be.

And O

what a weep­ing and wail­ing

As the lost were told of their fate;

They cried for the rocks and the mount­ains

They prayed

but their pray­er was too late.

The rich man was there

but his mo­ney

Had melt­ed and van­ished away;

A pau­per he stood in the judg­ment

His debts were too hea­vy to pay;

The great man was there

but his great­ness

When death came

was left far be­hind!

The an­gel that op­ened the re­cords

Not a trace of his great­ness could find.

The wi­dow was there with the or­phans

God heard and re­mem­bered their cries;

No sor­row in Heav­en for­ev­er

God wiped all the tears from their eyes;

The gam­bler was there and the drunk­ard

And the man that had sold them the drink

With the peo­ple who gave him the li­cense

Together in hell they did sink.

The mor­al man came to the judg­ment

But self right­eous rags would not do;

The men who had cru­ci­fied Je­sus

Had passed off as mor­al men

too;

The soul that had put off sal­va­tion

Not to­night; I’ll get saved by and by

No time now to think of re­li­gion!

At last they had found time to die.