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I

When God for judgment sets His throne,

And man to wrath awakes;

When rending rocks from heights are cast,

And earth's foundation shakes;

What then, my soul, shall be thy plea,

When God to Judgment summons thee?

II

When, as a garment waxen old,

The heavens are rolled away;

And as a vesture changed for that

Which shall endure for aye, --

How clad, my soul, wilt thou appear,

When God to Judgment draweth near?

III

When loud and shrill the trumpet's blare,

Shall wake the earth and sea;

And from the hidden depths shall rise

The bondman and the free, --

Where, then, my soul, wilt thou abide,

When God at Judgment shall preside?

IV

When from the Record men shall hear

The Judge of all recite;

And every hidden work behold,

Made manifest in light, --

Wilt thou, my soul, the Judgment bear,

That finds the sinner everywhere?

V

O Christ, Thou Judge, on that dread day,

When sinners shun thy face,

Join not my soul with wicked men,

But free me by Thy grace;

And to my favoured soul be given,

Thy welcome to the bliss of heaven.