A Pocket Hymn Book ‎#XII

XII. Thou Judge of quick and dead

1 Thou Judge of quick and dead,
Before whose bar severe,
With holy joy or guilty dread,
We all shall soon appear;
Our caution'd souls prepare
For that tremendous day,
And fill us now with watchful care,
And stir us up to pray.

2 To pray and wait the hour,
That awful hour unknown,
When robed in majesty and pow'r,
Thou shalt from heav'n come down;
Th' immortal Son of Man,
To judge the human race,
With all thy Father's dazzling train,
With all thy glorious grace.

3 To damp our earthly joys,
T' increase our gracious fears,
For ever let th' archangel's voice
Be sounding in our ears
The solemn midnight cry,
"Ye dead, the Judge is come,
"Arise, and meet him in the sky,
"And meet your instant doom!"

4 O may we thus be found
Obedient to his word,
Attentive to the trumpet’s sound,
And looking for our Lord!
O may we thus insure
A lot among the blest,
And watch a moment, to secure
An everlasting rest!

Text Information

• First Line: Thou Judge of quick and dead
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Awakening and Inviting

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