Jerusalem! Thy Judge Will Come

Jerusalem! thy judge will come

With woes and de­so­la­tion;

Signs are ap­pear­ing of thy doom

Distress and tri­bu­la­tion;

Rome is Christ’s vas­sal—she will be

His min­is­ter of wrath to thee

And to thy guil­ty na­tion.

He will thee vis­it for thy sin

And when His hand has found thee

Rome will with ar­mies hem thee in

And cast a trench around thee;

Though now thy tem­ple shines so fair

No stone will soon be stand­ing there

When once her troops sur­round thee.

O migh­ty earth! Thy judge will come

With woes and de­so­la­tion

Signs are ap­pear­ing of thy doom

Distress and tri­bu­la­tion;

With an­gel hosts the Judge of all

Upon the clouds will come

and call

The world to its pro­ba­tion.

Thou Lord most glo­ri­ous! Who didst deign

To die for our sal­va­tion

And ev­er­last­ing­ly will reign

In heav’n­ly ex­al­ta­tion

O may we fear Thy judg­ments now

And then with joy be­fore Thee bow

The God of all cre­ation.