When Christ to judg­ment shall des­cend,
And saints sur­round their Lord,
He calls the na­tions to at­tend,
And hear His aw­ful word.

“Not for the want of bul­locks slain
Will I the world re­prove;
Altars, and rites, and forms are vain,
Without the fire of love.

“And what have hy­po­crites to do
To bring their sac­ri­fice?
They call My sta­tutes just and true,
But deal in theft and lies.

Could you ex­pect to ’scape My sight,
And sin with­out con­trol?
But I shall bring your crimes to light,
With ang­uish in your soul.

Consider, ye that slight the Lord,
Before His wrath ap­pear;
If once you fall be­neath His sword,
There’s no de­liv­er­er there.