Jesus Comes, the Judge of All

Jesus comes

the judge of all:

Heav’n’s bright hosts ad­ore Him;

All the peo­ple

great and small

Now must stand be­fore Him.

Crowns of glo­ry wreathe His head:

Christ

the Lord’s an­oint­ed;

Judge of liv­ing

and of dead:

Judge of old

ap­point­ed.

Heaven and earth

that stood so long

Showing forth His glo­ry

Now are

though they seemed so strong

Like a fin­ished sto­ry.

Caused to cease by Him whose pow­er

Gave them first a be­ing;

Lo! they per­ish from this hour:

’Tis the Lord’s de­cree­ing.

Savior

in that aw­ful day

Keep our hearts from sink­ing;

For e’en now we feel dis­may

Of the sea­son think­ing.

May we lift our heads that day

Day of God’s sal­va­tion;

May we joy­ful hear Him say

Yours a glo­ri­ous sta­tion.