I dreamed that the great judg­ment morn­ing
Had dawned, and the trum­pet had blown;
I dreamed that the na­tions had ga­thered
To judg­ment be­fore the white throne;
From the throne came a bright shin­ing an­gel,
And he stood on the land and the sea,
And he swore with his hand raised to Hea­ven,
That time was no long­er to be.

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And O, what a weep­ing and wail­ing,
As the lost were told of their fate;
They cried for the rocks and the mount­ains,
They prayed, but their pray­er was too late.

The rich man was there, but his mo­ney
Had melt­ed and van­ished away;
A pau­per he stood in the judg­ment,
His debts were too hea­vy to pay;
The great man was there, but his great­ness,
When death came, was left far be­hind!
The an­gel that op­ened the records,
Not a trace of his great­ness could find.

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The wi­dow was there with the or­phans,
God heard and re­mem­bered their cries;
No sor­row in Hea­ven for­ev­er,
God wiped all the tears from their eyes;
The gam­bler was there and the drunk­ard,
And the man that had sold them the drink,
With the peo­ple who gave him the li­cense,
Together in hell they did sink.

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The moral man came to the judg­ment,
But self right­eous rags would not do;
The men who had cru­ci­fied Je­sus
Had passed off as mor­al men, too;
The soul that had put off sal­va­tion,
Not to­night; I’ll get saved by and by,
No time now to think of re­li­gion!
At last they had found time to die.

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