Psalms ‎#50a

50a. The last Judgment; or, the Saints rewarded

1 The Lord, the Judge before his throne,
Bids the whole earth draw nigh,
The nations near the rising sun,
And near the Western sky.

2 No more shall bold blasphemers say,
"Judgment will ne'er begin;"
No more abuse his long delay
To impudence and sin.

3 Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come,
Bright flames prepare his way,
Thunder and darkness, fire and storm
Lead on the dreadful day.

4 Heav'n from above his call shall hear,
Attending angels come,
And earth and hell shall know, and fear
His Justice and their doom.

5 "But gather all my saints (he cries)
"That made their peace with God,
"By the Redeemer's sacrifice,
"And seal'd it with his blood.

6 "Their faith and works, bro't forth to light,
"Shall make the world confess
"My sentence of reward is right,
"And heav'n adore my grace."

Text Information

• First Line: The Lord, the Judge, before his throne
• Title: The last Judgment; or, the Saints rewarded
• Meter: C. Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793
• Scripture:
  Psalm 50:1-6
• Notes: First Part

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