Day of Judgment

See th'eternal Judge descending,
Seated on his Father's throne;
Now, poor sinner, Christ shall show thee
He is the eternal Son.
Trumpets call thee, trumpets call thee!
Come to hear thy awful doom.

Hear the sinner thus lamenting,
At the thoughts of future pain;
Cries and tears he now is venting,
But he cries and weeps in vain:
Greatly mourning
That he ne'er was born again.

"Yonder stands the glorious Savior,
With the marks of dying love;
Oh, that I had sought his favor,
When I felt his Spirit move!
Doomed justly,
For I have against him strove.

"All his warnings I have slighted,
While he daily sought my soul;
If some vows to him I plighted,
Yet for sin I broke the whole:
Golden moments,
How neglected did they roll!

"Yonder stand my godly neighbors,
Who were once despised by me;
They are clad in dazzling splendor,
Waiting my sad fate to see—
Farewell, neighbors;
Dismal gulf! I'm bound for thee!

Now, despisers, look and wonder,
Hope and sinners here must part;
Louder than a peal of thunder,
Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart"
Lost forever!
How it quails the sinner's heart!