Scripture Verse

I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works. Revelation 20:12


John A. Lloyd, Sr.

Words: John Need­ham, Hymns De­vo­tion­al and Mor­al on Var­i­ous Sub­jects (Bris­tol, Eng­land: S. Far­ley, 1768), num­ber 235.

Music: Bryn­teg John A. Lloyd, Sr. (1815–1874) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

  • Effingham, The Sac­red Harp or Ec­lec­tic Har­mo­ny, 1859 (🔊 pdf nwc)


Methinks the last great day is come,
I seem to hear the trumpet sound
Which shakes the earth, rends every tomb,
And wakes the prisoners under ground.

The mighty deep gives up her trust,
Awed by the Judge’s high command,
The small and great now quit their dust,
And round the dread tribunal stand.

In vain the wicked strive to shun
The Judge’s quick and piercing eye;
In vain to hills and mountains run,
And to the rocks for shelter cry.

This bar impartial will not know
Nor birth, nor rank, nor royal state;
Nor kings are high, nor beggars low,
The good are here, the only great.

Behold the awful books displayed,
Big with th’important fates of men,
Each deed and word now public made,
As wrote by Heaven’s unerring pen.

To every work the books assign
The joyous or the sad reward:
Sinners in vain lament and pine;
No pleas the Judge will here regard.

Lord, when these awful leaves unfold,
May life’s fair book my works approve:
There may I read my name enrolled,
And triumph in redeeming love.