The Lord, the right­eous Judge,
Explores the hearts of men;
The mean­est ser­vice done to Him,
He will req­uite again.

The sin­ner He con­demns
To ne­ver-ceas­ing woe,
Where storms of fie­ry ven­geance beat,
And tears of ang­uish flow.

The saint He takes to Heav’n,
To be comp­lete­ly blessed,
Where foes nor fears can e’er in­vade,
Or guilt dis­tract his breast.

Justice and mer­cy then
Will both be clear­ly seen,
With glo­ry the re­ward of grace,
And wrath the fruit of sin.