The Days and Years of Time Are Fled

The days and years of time are fled

Sun

moon

and stars have shone their last;

The earth and sea gave up their dead

Then van­ished

at th’arch­an­gel’s blast;

All sec­ret things have been re­vealed

Judgment is passed

the sen­tence sealed

And man to all eter­ni­ty

What he is now hence­forth must be.

From Ad­am to his young­est heir

Not one es­caped that mus­ter roll

Each

as if he alone were there

Stood up

and won or lost his soul;

These from the Judge’s pre­sence go

Down into ev­er­last­ing woe;

Vengeance hath barred the gates of hell

The scenes with­in no tongue can tell.

But lo! far off the right­eous pass

To glo­ry from the King’s right hand;

In si­lence

on the sea of glass

Heaven’s num­bers with­out num­ber stand

While He who bore the cross lays down

His priest­ly robe and vic­tor crown;

The me­dia­to­ri­al reign com­plete

All things are put be­neath His feet.

Then ev­ery eye in Him shall see—

While thrones and pow­ers be­fore Him fall—

The full­ness of the De­ity

Where God Him­self is all in all;

O how eter­ni­ty shall ring

With the first note the ran­somed sing!

While in that strain all voic­es blend

Which once be­gun shall nev­er end.

In that un­ut­ter­able song

Shall I em­ploy im­mor­tal breath?

Or with the wick­ed borne along

For ev­er die the se­cond death?

Jesus

my life

my light

Thou art;

Thy word is in my mouth

my heart:

Lord

I believe

my spir­it save

From sink­ing low­er than the grave.