Our Sav­ior comes to raise the just,
Who long have slum­bered in the dust;
His voice will break their long re­pose,
And snatch them from the last of foes.

He comes to change the wait­ing ones
Who now en­dure the world’s cold frowns;
Their feet are plant­ed on the Rock;
They fear not, though a lit­tle flock.

Sinner, dost thou not dread thy doom?
The re­tri­bu­tion hast­ens on;
Stern jus­tice lifts the av­eng­ing sword
To slay the mock­er of God’s word.

O then re­pent, ere the de­cree,
Let him that’s fil­thy, fil­thy be,
From the stern Judge’s lips shall fall,
And thou for rocks and mount­ains call!