See The Eternal Judge Descending

Verse 1

See th'eternal Judge descending-- View him seated on his throne! Now, poor sinner, now lamenting, Stand and hear thy awful doom-- Trumpets call thee! Stand and hear thy awful doom.

Verse 2

Hear the cries he now is venting, Fill'd with dread of fiercer pain; While in anguish thus lamenting, That he ne'er was born again, Greatly mourning That he ne'er was born again.

Verse 3

"Yonder sits my slighted Saviour, With the marks of dying love; Oh, that I had sought his favour, When I felt his Spirit move-- Golden moments, When I felt his Spirit move."

Verse 4

Now, despisers, look and wonder! Hope and sinners here must part, Louder than a peal of thunder, Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart!" Lost for ever, Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart!"