And will the Judge descend
And must the dead arise
And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?

And from His righteous lips
Shall this dread sentence sound
And through the num’rous guilty throng
Spread black despair around:

"Depart from Me, accursed
To everlasting flame
For rebel angels first prepared
Where mercy never came?"

How will my heart endure
The terrors of that Day
When earth and heav’n before His face
Astonished, shrink away?

But ere that trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead
Hark from the Gospel's cheering sound
What joyful tidings spread

Ye sinners, seek His grace
Whose wrath ye cannot bear
Fly to the shelter of His cross
And find salvation there