Who Shall Be Able to Stand? (Harris)

In that aw­ful hour when all the tribes of men

Shall be­fore the throne of jus­tice stand

When the deep shall yield her hid­den trea­sure

And the dead arise from sea and land—

Who shall be able to stand

When the King shall name His own?

When the day of hope is flown

And we reap what we have sown

Who shall be able to stand?

When the mount­ains and the hills shall dis­ap­pear

And the is­lands of the sea de­part

When the thun­ders of God’s wrath awak­en

Bitter me­mo­ries in each care­less heart—

When the loud des­pair­ing cry of my­ri­ads lost

Shall as­cend from earth’s un­num­bered host

Who have passed the bounds of God’s for­bear­ance

And have sinned against the Ho­ly Ghost—

Shall we sti­fle now the Spir­it’s kind­ly voice

And in tres­pass­es and sins lie dead

While the door of mer­cy still stands op­en

Ere the hope of par­don­ing grace is fled?