When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come

When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come,To call 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 among them now,Before thy gracious throne to bow,Though weakest of them all;Nor can I bear the piercing thought,To have my worthless name left out,When thou for them shalt call?

Prevent, prevent it by thy grace!Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding-placeIn that expected day.Thy pardoning voice, O let me hear,To still each unbelieving fear,Nor let me fall, I pray.

Let me among thy saints be found,Whene'er the Archangel's trump shall sound,To see thy smiling face;Then joyfully thy praise I'll sing,While heaven's resounding mansions ringWith shouts of endless grace.