Behold, there comes an hour un­known,
When high up­on His burn­ing throne,
The Lord, who died for sin­ful men,
To judge the world shall come again.

Obedient to His high com­mand,
From ev­ery na­tion, tribe and land,
The ga­thered sons of Ad­am meet
Around that aw­ful judg­ment seat.

Behold the Judge! that bro of flame
Once ore the thorns and bore the shame;
His blood a Ro­man cross once dyed—
That Judge for me as cru­ci­fied.

The voice of blas­phe­my is dumb,
The sin­ner’s day of fear has come!
The trai­tor’s kiss, the scorn­er’s sneer
Are known no more: the Judge is here.

Ah, see the my­ri­ad throngs di­vide!
To right and left they turn aside—
What wail­ing bursts from ev­ery heart
Which hears the aw­ful word, De­part!

But lo! a fair im­mor­tal throng
Breaks forth in strains of end­less song,
To hear the words, Ye bless­èd come!
Receive your king­dom and your home.

Oh, sin­ner, you that Judge must meet,
And face that aw­ful judg­ment seat;
Repent, and give Him now your heart
Ere you shall hear His word, De­part.