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 (1707–1791)

Attributed to the Countess of Huntingdon, 1772.

Meribah Lowell Mason, 1839 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Lowell Mason (1792–1872)

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.