Words: Isaac Watts, 1719, alt.

Music: Scottish Psalter, 1615, alt.

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The Lord, the Judge, before His throne
bids all the earth draw nigh,
the nations near the rising sun,
to furthest western sky.

No more shall bold blasphemers say,
"When will His wrath descend?"
No more abuse His long delay
in arrogance and sin.

Throned on a cloud our God shall come,
bright flames prepare His way;
thunder and darkness, fire and storm,
lead on the dreadful day.

The heavens high the call shall hear,
encircling angels come,
and earth and hell shall know and fear
His justice, and their doom.

"But gather all my saints," He cries,
"that made their peace with God
by the Redeemer's sacrifice,
and sealed it with His blood."

"Their faith and works, brought forth to light
shall make the world confess,
My sentence of reward is right,
and all adore my grace."
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Music: Public domain

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