O Son of God, in Glory Crowned

O Son of God

in glo­ry crowned

The Judge or­dained of quick and dead!

O Son of Man

so pi­ty­ing found

For all the tears Thy peo­ple shed!

Be with us in this dark­ened place

This wea­ry

rest­less

dan­ger­ous night;

And teach

O teach us

by Thy grace

To strug­gle on­ward in­to light!

And since

in God’s re­cord­ing book

Our sins are writ­ten

ev­ery one

The crime

the wrath

the wan­der­ing look

The good we knew

and left un­done;

Lord

ere the last dread trump be heard

And ere be­fore Thy face we stand

Look Thou on each ac­cus­ing word

And blot it with Thy bleed­ing hand.

And by the love that brought Thee here

And by the cross

and by the grave

Give per­fect love for con­scious fear

And in the day of judg­ment save.