Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #569 (1870) Topics: Future Punishment; Judgment; Second Coming of Christ; Wicked doom of Lyrics: 1 When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come
To call Thy ransom'd people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at Thy right hand?
2 I love to meet among them now,
Before Thy gracious feet to bow,
Though vilest of them all;
But, can I bear the piercing thought?
What if my name should be left out,
When Thou for them shalt call?
3 Prevent it, Lord, by Thy rich grace;
Be Thou my soul's sure hiding-place,
In this, th'accepted day;
Thy pard'ning voice, oh, let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear;
Nor let me fall, I pray.
4 Let me among Thy saints be found,
Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound,
To see Thy smiling face:
Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sov'reign grace. Languages: English
When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come