Scripture Verse

Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day. 2 Timothy 4:8


Selena, Countess of Huntingdon

Words: At­trib­ut­ed to the Count­ess of Hunt­ing­don, 1772.

Music: Me­ri­bah Lo­well Ma­son, 1839 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Lowell Mason


Said a pi­ous fa­ther in writ­ing to his friends, “On Jan­u­a­ry last I dreamed that the day of judg­ment was come. I saw the Judge on his great white throne, and all na­tions were ga­thered be­fore him. My wife and were on the right hand; but I could not see my child­ren. I said, I can­not bear this; I must go and seek them.

“I went to the left hand of the Judge, and there found them all stand­ing in the ut­most des­pair. As soon as they saw me, they caught hold of me and cried, ‘O! fa­ther we will ne­ver part.’ I said, ‘My dear child­ren, I am come to try, if pos­si­ble, to get you out of this aw­ful si­tu­a­tion.’

“So I took them all with me, but when we came near the Judge I thought he cast an an­gry look, and said, ‘What do thy child­ren with thee now? They would not take thy warn­ing when on earth, and they shall not share with thee the crown in hea­ven; de­part ye cursed.’

“At these words I awoke bathed in tears. A while af­ter this, as we were all sit­ting to­ge­ther on a Sab­bath ev­en­ing, I re­lat­ed to them my dream.

No soon­er did I be­gin than first one, and then an­oth­er, yea, all of them, burst in­to tears, and God fast­ened con­vic­tion on their hearts. Five of them now re­joice in God their Sav­iour.

Long, pp. 226–27


When Thou, my righteous judge shall come
To take Thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at Thy right hand?

I love to meet Thy people now,
Before Thy gracious feet to bow,
Though vilest of them all:
But can I bear the piercing thought?
What if my name should be left out,
When Thou for them shalt call?

O Lord, prevent it by Thy grace;
Be Thou my only hiding place,
In this, th’accepted day;
Thy pardoning voice oh let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall, I pray.

Among Thy saints let me be found
Whene’er th’archangel’s trump shall sound,
To see Thy smiling face;
Then loudest of the crowd I’ll sing,
While heaven’s resounding mansions ring,
With shouts of sovereign grace.