We shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ. Romans 14:10
Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression,
What shall thy doom be, when arrayed in terror,
God shall command thee, covered with pollution,
Up to the judgment?
Wilt thou escape from His omniscient notice,
Fly to the caverns, court annihilation?
Vain thy presumption, justice still shall triumph
In thy destruction.
Stop, thoughtless sinner, stop awhile and ponder,
Ere death arrest thee, and the Judge, in vengeance,
Hurl from His presence thine affrighted spirit,
Swift to perdition.
Oft He has called thee, but thou wouldst not hear Him,
Mercies and judgments have alike been slighted;
Yet He is gracious, and with arms unfolded,
Waits to embrace thee.
Come, then, poor sinner, come away this moment,
Just as you are, come, filthy and polluted,
Come to the fountain open for uncleanness;
Jesus invites you.
But, if you trifle with His gracious message,
Cleave to the world and love its guilty pleasures,
Mercy, grown weary, shall in righteous judgment,
Quit you forever.
Then you shall call, but He will not regard you,
Seek for His favor, but shall never find it,
Cry to the rocks to hide you from His presence,
Deep in their caverns.
Where the worm dies not, and the fire eternal,
Fills the lost soul with anguish and with terror,
There shall the sinner spend a long forever,
Oh! guilty sinner, hear the voice of warning;
Fly to the Savior, and embrace His pardon;
So shall your spirit meet, with joy triumphant,
Death and the judgment!