A Selection of Hymns ‎#DLXXII

DLXXII. The Final Sentence and Misery of the Wicked

1 And will the judge descend?
And must the dead arise?
And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?

2 And from his righteous lips
Shall this dread sentence sound;
And thro' the numerous guilty throng,
Spread black despair around?

3 "Depart from me, accurs'd,
"To everlasting flame,
"For rebel angels first prepar'd,
"Where mercy never came."

4 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day:
When earth and heaven, before his face,
Astonish'd shrink away?

5 But ere that trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead;
Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound,
What joyful tidings spread!

6 Ye sinners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Fly to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.

7 So shall that curse remove;
By which the savior bled;
And the last awful day shall pour
his blessings on your head.

Text Information

• First Line: And will the judge descend?
• Title: The Final Sentence and Misery of the Wicked
• Author: Dr. Doddridge
• Meter: S. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Topic: The Day of Judgment; Judgment day: Sentence on the wicked; Judgment day: A place at the right hand desired

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