The Lord, the Judge, Before His Throne

The Lord

the Judge

be­fore His throne

Bids all the earth draw nigh

The na­tions near the ris­ing sun

And near the west­ern sky.

No more shall bold blas­phem­ers say

Judgment will ne’er be­gin;

No more ab­use His long de­lay

To im­pu­dence and sin.

Throned on a cloud our God shall come

Bright flames pre­pare His way;

As thun­der

dark­ness

fire and storm

Lead on the dread­ful day.

Heav’n from ab­ove His call shall hear

Attending an­gels come

And earth and hell shall know and fear

His jus­tice

and their doom.

But ga­ther all My saints

He cries

“That made their peace with God

By the Re­deem­er’s sac­ri­fice

And sealed it with His blood.

Their faith and works

brought forth to light

Shall make the world con­fess

My sen­tence of re­ward is right

And Heav’n ad­orn My grace.