Matius 6:19-22; 25-26; 2Korintus 8:15
And will the Judge descend,And must the dead ariseAnd not a single soul escapeHis all discerning eyes?
And from His righteous lipsShall this dread sentence soundAnd through the numerous guilty throngSpread black despair around:
“Depart from Me, accursed,To everlasting flame,For rebel angels first prepared,Where mercy never came”?
How will my heart endureThe terrors of that dayWhen earth and Heav’n before His faceAstonished shrink away?
But ere that trumpet shakesThe mansions of the dead,Hark from the Gospel’s cheering soundWhat joyful tidings spread:
Ye sinners, seek His graceWhose wrath ye cannot bear;Fly to the shelter of His crossAnd find salvation there.
So shall that curse remove,By which the Savior bled;And the last awful day shall pourHis blessings on your head.
That awful day will surely come,Th’appointed hour makes haste,When I must stand before my Judge,And pass the solemn test.
Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,Thou Sovereign of my heart!How could I bear to hear Thy voicePronounce the sound, “Depart!”
The thunder of that dismal wordWould so torment my ear,’Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,With most tormenting fear.
What! to be banished from my Life,And yet forbid to die!To linger in eternal pain,Yet death forever fly!
O, wretched state of deep despair!To see my God remove,And fix my doleful station whereI must not taste His love.
Jesus, I throw my arms around,And hang upon Thy breast;Without a gracious smile from TheeMy spirit cannot rest.
O, tell me that my worthless nameIs graven on Thy hands;Show me some promise in Thy bookWhere my salvation stands!
Give me one kind assuring wordTo sink my fears again,And cheerfully my soul shall waitHer threescore years and ten.
Woe to the men on earth who dwell,Nor dread the Almighty’s frown,When God doth all His wrath reveal,And shower His judgments down!
Sinners, expect those heaviest showers,To meet your God prepare;For, lo! the seventh angel poursHis phial in the air.
Lo! from their seats the mountains leap,The mountains are not found;Transported far into the deep,And in the ocean drowned.
Who then shall live, and face the throne,And face the Judge severe?When heaven and earth are fled and gone,O where shall I appear?
Now, only now, against that hourWe may a place provide;Beyond the grave, beyond the powerOf hell, our spirits hide:
Firm in the all destroying shock,May view the final scene;For, lo! the everlasting RockIs cleft to take us in.