1 The Lord, the Judge before his throne
Bids the whole earth draw nigh:
The nations near the rising sun,
And near the western sky.
2 No more shall bold blasphemers say,
"Judgment will ne'er begin;"
No more abuse his long delay,
To impudence and sin.
3 Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come,
Bright flames prepare his way,
Thunder and darkness, fire and storm,
Lead on the dreadful day.
4 Heav'n from above his call shall hear,
Attending angels come;
And earth and hell shall know and fear
His justice and their doom.
5 "But gather all my saints, (he cries)
"That made their peace with God
"By the Redeemer's sacrifice,
"And seal'd it with his blood.
6 "Their faith and works bro't forth to light
"Shall make the world confess,
"My sentence of reward is right,
"And heav'n adore my grace.
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First Line: | The Lord, the Judge before his throne |
Title: | The last Judgment; or, The Saints rewarded |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1780 |
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