Scripture Verse

I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened…whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire. Revelation 20:12,15


Words: Ben­ja­min Bed­dome (1717–1795). Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Adapt­ed to Pub­lic Wor­ship (Lon­don: Bu­rton & Briggs, 1818), num­ber 802. Final Sentence.

Music: St. Aus­tin Gre­gor­ian chant. Ar­ranged in the Bri­stol Tune Book, 1876 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Bed­dome (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Lo, He comes, the King of glo­ry,
See, He rends the yield­ing sky;
Heav’nly flam­ing guards at­tend Him,
And the fear­ful light­nings fly:
Awful gran­deur,
Sinner, now thy doom is nigh!

Earth and ele­ments dis­solv­ing,
Orbs of light their lus­ter lose;
The dread trum­pets sound tre­men­dous,
Bid the graves their dead dis­close;
The pale na­tions
Now ap­pear as friends or foes.

Thousand times ten thou­sand stand­ing,
Bow before His ra­di­ant throne;
Summoned now to the tri­bun­al,
What for sin­ners can be done?
Awful cri­sis,
When each ray of hope is gone!

Oh, the dread­ful con­ster­na­tion,
When they hear the sen­tence giv’n,
Never more to be re­peal­èd,
Parting them from bliss and Heav’n;
And to To­phet
In con­fu­sion they are driv’n.

Oh may I at that dread mo­ment,
In the Judge be­hold a friend;
Hear His voice in loud­est accents,
Bid me to His throne as­cend;
Join the cho­rus
That shall ne­ver, ne­ver end.