1 See th'eternal Judge descending--
View him seated on his throne!
Now, poor sinner, now lamenting,
Stand and hear thy awful doom--
Trumpets call thee!
Stand and hear thy awful doom.
2 Hear the cries he now is venting,
Fill'd with dread of fiercer pain;
While in anguish thus lamenting,
That he ne'er was born again,
Greatly mourning
That he ne'er was born again.
3 "Yonder sits my slighted Saviour,
With the marks of dying love;
Oh, that I had sought his favour,
When I felt his Spirit move--
Golden moments,
When I felt his Spirit move."
4 Now, despisers, look and wonder!
Hope and sinners here must part,
Louder than a peal of thunder,
Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart!"
Lost for ever,
Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart!"
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First Line: | See th'Eternal Judge descending |
Meter: | P. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Judgment |