And the sea gave up the dead which were in it, and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them. And they were judged every man according to their works.
Revelation 20:13
Words: Henry H. Milman, in Hymns Written and Adapted to the Weekly Church Service of the Year, by Reginald Heber (London: J. Murray, 1827), page 17. Milman did not include it in his 1837 Selection of Psalms & Hymns.
Music: Chariot J. Williams (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know Williams’ full name, or where to get a good picture of him (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels)
The chariot! the chariot!
Its wheels roll on fire
As the Lord cometh down
In the pomp of His ire:
Self moving it drives
On its pathway of cloud,
And the heav’ns with the burden
Of Godhead are bowed.
The glory! the glory!
By myriads are poured
The hosts of the angels
To wait on the Lord;
And the glorified saints
And the martyrs are there,
And all who the palm wreath
Of victory wear!
The trumpet! the trumpet!
Tthe dead have all heard:
Lo, the depths of the stone
Covered charnel are stirred;
From the sea, from the land,
From the south and the north,
The vast generations
Of man are come forth.
The judgment! the judgment!
Te thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb and the white
Vested elders are met!
All flesh is at once
In the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity
Hangs on His word!
Oh mercy! oh mercy!
Look down from above,
Creator! on us Thy
Sad children, with love!
When beneath to their darkness
The wicked are driv’n,
May our sanctified souls
Find a welcome in Heav’n!