1 Behold, He Comes—the Judge appears,
With all His glories crowned:
Behold each nation, tribe and tongue,
The judgment seat surround.

2 View well the righteous, mark the joy
O’er every feature spread;
But Oh! what pale affrighted looks,
Bespeak the sinner’s dread.

3 Now truth appears, no envious cloud
Can hide her radiant face;
Now names and forms, and borrowed masks
No more shall find a place.

4 As from his sheep the shepherd parts
The goats at even-tide,
So from the good, the righteous Judge
The wicked shall divide.

5 Ranged on the right, the pious race,
Shall their glad sentence hear;
Whilst on the left, th’ungodly world
Too late their doom shall fear.

6 Among the saints, at Christ’s right hand,
May I, Lord, find a place;
Enrolled among the heirs of God,
The firstborn sons of grace.

7 Then shall I all enraptured hear
The Judge pronounce me blest;
And share the kingdom long prepared
That sweet and endless rest.