Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#569

569. When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come

1 When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come
To call Thy ransom'd 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?

2 I love to meet among them 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?

3 Prevent it, Lord, by Thy rich grace;
Be Thou my soul's sure hiding-place,
In this, th'accepted day;
Thy pard'ning voice, oh, let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear;
Nor let me fall, I pray.

4 Let me among Thy saints be found,
Whene'er the 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 sov'reign grace.

Text Information

• First Line: When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come
• Meter: C. P. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Future Punishment; Judgment; Second Coming of Christ; Wicked: doom of
• Notes: Author from index: Countess of Huntingdon

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