See th’Eternal Judge Descending

See th’eter­nal Judge des­cend­ing

Seated on His Fa­ther’s throne

Now poor sin­ner

Christ shall show thee

He is the eter­nal Son;

Trumpets call thee

trum­pets call thee

Come to hear thy aw­ful doom.

Hear the sin­ner thus la­ment­ing

At the thoughts of fu­ture pain;

Cries and tears he now is vent­ing

But he cries and weeps in vain

Greatly mourn­ing

great­ly mourn­ing

That he ne’er was born again.

Yonder stands the love­ly Sav­ior

With the marks of dy­ing love;

Oh! that I had sought His fa­vor

When I felt His Spir­it move!

Doomed just­ly

doomed just­ly.

For I have against Him strove.

All His warn­ings I have slight­ed

While He dai­ly sought my soul;

If some vows to Him I plight­ed

Yet for sin I broke the whole;

Golden mo­ments

gold­en mo­ments

How ne­glect­ed did they roll.

Yonder stand my god­ly neigh­bors

Who were once des­pised by me

They are clad in daz­zling splen­dor

Waiting my sad fate to see;

Farewell

neigh­bors

fare­well

neigh­bors;

Dismal gulf

I’m bound for thee.

Hail ye ghosts that dwell in dark­ness

Groveling

rat­tling

of your chains

Christ has now de­nounced our sen­tence

We must dwell in end­less pains;

Down I’m roll­ing

down I’m roll­ing

Never to re­turn again.

Now ex­per­ience plain­ly shows me

Hell is not a fa­bled thing;

Lo

I see my friends in glo­ry

Round the throne they ev­er sing;

I’m tor­ment­ed

I’m tor­ment­ed.

By an ev­er­last­ing sting.