Behold, there comes an hour unknown,
When high upon His burning throne,
The Lord, who died for sinful men,
To judge the world shall come again.
Obedient to His high command,
From every nation, tribe and land,
The gathered sons of Adam meet
Around that awful judgment seat.
Behold the Judge! that brow of flame
Once wore the thorns and bore the shame;
His blood a Roman cross once dyed—
That Judge for me was crucified.
The voice of blasphemy is dumb,
The sinner’s day of fear has come!
The traitor’s kiss, the scorner’s sneer
Are known no more: the Judge is here.
Ah, see the myriad throngs divide!
To right and left they turn aside—
What wailing bursts from every heart
Which hears the awful word,
But lo! a fair immortal throng
Breaks forth in strains of endless song,
To hear the words,
Ye blessèd come!
Receive your kingdom and your home.
Oh, sinner, you that Judge must meet,
And face that awful judgment seat;
Repent, and give Him now your heart
Ere you shall hear His word,