Some day when time shall have writ­ten
Its sto­ry, and mer­cy is past;
The mul­ti­tude mill­ions shall ga­ther
To judg­ment, an ar­my so vast.
From all of the ends of cre­ation,
From grave­yard, from ocean, from land,
Each race, ev­ery tongue, tribe and na­tion
Before the white throne then must stand.

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You will be there, I will be there;
Shall our hearts trem­ble with fear or des­pair?
When the great Judge our names will call
On that great and dread­ful day.

Those who re­ject­ed the Sav­ior
And spurned all His in­fin­ite grace,
Who often had been free­ly of­fered
His par­don­ing kiss and em­brace,
And those who ne­glect­ed to seek Him—
Some other time, this was their plea—
Shall hear, De­part, I ne­ver knew you;
How sad will their des­ti­iny be!

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Those who would trust in their good­ness,
Denying the need of the cross,
Will find their self right­eous­ness van­ish,
Their gar­ments but rags and but dross.
And those who by some means or oth­er
Would en­ter, but not thro’ the blood,
For ev­er away shall be ban­ished
To dark­ness of night with­out God.

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But those who trust­ed the Sav­ior,
Repented and turned from their sin,
Shall hear the glad mes­sage of wel­come:
Well done, to My joy en­ter in.
Their sins from the book have been blot­ted,
Their re­cord is whit­er than snow,
Throughout all the un­end­ing ag­es
The joy of their Lord they shall know.

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