Then shall He say also unto them on the left hand, Matthew 25:41
Depart from Me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels.
Words: Philip Doddridge (1702–1751). Published posthumously in Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures, by Job Orton (Shropshire, England: Joshua Eddowes & John Cotton, 1755), number 189:
The final sentence, and misery of the wicked.
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And will the Judge descend?
And must the dead arise?
And not a single soul escape
His all discerning eyes?
And from His righteous lips
Shall such a sentence sound?
And through the millions of the damned
Spread black despair around?
Depart from Me, accursed,
To everlasting flame,
For rebel angels first prepared,
Where mercy never came.
How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day,
When earth and Heav’n before His face
Astonished, shrink away?
But ere that trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead,
Hark, from the Gospel’s gentle voice
What joyful tidings spread!
Ye sinners, seek His grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Fly to the shelter of His cross,
And find salvation there.
So shall that curse remove
By which the Savior bled,
And the last awful day shall pour
His blessings on your head.