Before the great Je­ho­vah’s bar
Soon must as­sem­bled worlds ap­pear,
And ev­ery word, and deed, and thought
Shall into judg­ment then be brought.
Then all shall hear their right­eous doom
Of wrath, or end­less joys to come;
And each re­ceive his just re­ward
Of bliss or ven­geance from the Lord.

Dear Lord, it as Thine high­est joy,
To save here sin did once de­stroy;
While thun­der­ing ven­geance rolls above,
We trust in Thy re­deem­ing love.
Hail! God of un­ex­am­pled grace,
All Heav’n shall sound Thine end­less praise;
High glo­ries to the dy­ing Lamb,
Who death, by His own death, o’ercame.