When thou, my righteous Judge, shall come

When thou, my righteous Judge, shall comeTo 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;But 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-place,In that expected day.Thy pard'ning voice O let me hear,To still each unbelieving fear,Nor let me fall, I pray.

Let me among thy saints be foundWhene'er th' archangel's trump shall sound,To see thy smiling face;Then loud through all the crowd I 'll sing,While heaven's resounding mansions ringWith shouts of endless grace.