See th’eter­nal Judge des­cend­ing,
Seated on His Fa­ther’s throne,
Now poor sin­ner, Christ shall show thee
He is the eter­nal Son;
Trumpets call thee, trum­pets call thee,
Come to hear thy aw­ful doom.

Hear the sin­ner thus la­ment­ing
At the thoughts of fu­ture pain;
Cries and tears he now is vent­ing,
But he cries and weeps in vain,
Greatly mourn­ing, great­ly mourn­ing,
That he ne’er was born again.

Yonder stands the love­ly Sav­ior,
With the marks of dy­ing love;
Oh! that I had sought His fa­vor,
When I felt His Spir­it move!
Doomed just­ly, doomed just­ly.
For I have against Him strove.

All His warn­ings I have slight­ed,
While He dai­ly sought my soul;
If some vows to Him I plight­ed,
Yet for sin I broke the whole;
Golden mo­ments, gold­en mo­ments,
How ne­glect­ed did they roll.

Yonder stand my god­ly neigh­bors,
Who were once des­pised by me,
They are clad in daz­zling splen­dor,
Waiting my sad fate to see;
Farewell, neigh­bors, fare­well, neigh­bors;
Dismal gulf, I’m bound for thee.

Hail ye ghosts that dwell in dark­ness,
Groveling, rat­tling, of your chains,
Christ has now de­nounced our sen­tence,
We must dwell in end­less pains;
Down I’m roll­ing, down I’m roll­ing,
Never to re­turn again.

Now ex­per­ience plain­ly shows me,
Hell is not a fa­bled thing;
Lo, I see my friends in glo­ry,
Round the throne they ev­er sing;
I’m tor­ment­ed, I’m tor­ment­ed.
By an ev­er­last­ing sting.