The Day of Judgment

Oh! the amazing pomp
Of that tremendous day,
When the archangel's trump,
Shall summon us away;
When Christ to judgment shall descend,
And every knee before him bend.

On a refulgent cloud,
Jesus, the Judge, appears;
The saints rejoice aloud,
The guilty sinner fears.
On the white throne he takes his seat,
And views the myriads at his feet.

'Midst the vast multitude,
His eye omniscient sees
The purchase of his blood
And dying agonies:
Then calls them forth and bids them stand
With glory crown'd at his right hand.

"Come, souls forever blest,"
He says, "my people come,
Possess the promised rest,
Enter your heavenly home;
No more shall aught your peace annoy,
Inherit everlasting joy."

But in what awful sounds
The wicked are addressed!
Heaven with their groans resounds,
As on his left they're placed.
"Depart ye curs'd the Judge exclaims,
"To be destroyed in burning flames!"

Oh! thou eternal God,
Ere this tremendous day,
Cleanse me in Jesus' blood,
Wash all my guilt away.
Then may I join the happy throng,
To praise thee in eternal song.