When Christ in judgment shall descend
And saints surround the Lord,
He bids unnumbered worlds attend
The sentence of His word.
Throned on a cloud He soon shall come,
Bright flames prepare His way;
Thunder and darkness, fire and storm,
Lead on the dreadful day.
Heav’n from above His call shall hear,
Attending angels come,
And earth and hell shall know and fear
His justice and their doom.
But gather all My saints, He cries,
That sought their peace with God,
By the Redeemer’s sacrifice,
And found it in His blood.
Their faith and works brought forth to light
Shall make the world confess,
The gift of My reward is right;
And Heav’n shall sing My grace.