Come to judg­ment, come away!
Hark, I hear the an­gel say,
Summoning the dust to rise;
Haste, re­sume, and lift your eyes;
Hear, ye sons of Ad­am, hear;
Man, be­fore thy God ap­pear!

Come to judg­ment, come away!
This the last, the dread­ful day.
Sovereign Au­thor, Judge of all,
Dust ob­eys Thy quick­en­ing call;
Dust no oth­er voice will heed:
Thine the trump that wakes the dead.

Come to judg­ment, come away!
Lingering man, no long­er stay;
Thee let earth at length re­store,
Prisoner in her womb no more;
Burst the bar­ri­ers of the tomb,
Rise to meet thy in­stant doom!

Come to judg­ment, come away!
Wide dis­persed how­e’er ye stray,
Lost in fire, or air, or main,
Kindred at­oms meet again;
Sepulchered wher­e’er ye rest,
Mixed with fish, or bird, or beast.

Come to judg­ment, come away!
Help, O Christ, Thy work’s de­cay:
Man is out of or­der hurled,
Parceled out to all the world;
Lord, Thy brok­en con­cert raise,
And the mu­sic shall be praise.