When Thou, My Righteous Judge, Shall Come

When Thou

my right­eous judge shall come

To take Thy ran­somed peo­ple home

Shall I among them stand?

Shall such a worth­less worm as I

Who some­times am afraid to die

Be found at Thy right hand?

I love to meet Thy peo­ple now

Before Thy gra­cious feet to bow

Though vil­est of them all:

But can I bear the pierc­ing thought?

What if my name should be left out

When Thou for them shalt call?

O Lord

pre­vent it by Thy grace;

Be Thou my only hid­ing place

In this

th’ac­cept­ed day;

Thy par­don­ing voice oh let me hear

To still my un­be­liev­ing fear

Nor let me fall

I pray.

Among Thy saints let me be found

Whene’er th’arch­an­gel’s trump shall sound

To see Thy smil­ing face;

Then loud­est of the crowd I’ll sing

While heav­en’s re­sound­ing man­sions ring

With shouts of sov­er­eign grace.