And will the Judge Descend |
Philip Doddridge, 1755
And will the Judge descend, And must the dead arise And not a single soul escape His all-discerning eyes?
2. And from His righteous lips
3. "Depart from Me, accursed, | 4. How will my heart endure The terrors of that Day When earth and heav'n before His face Astonished shrink away?
5. But ere that trumpet shakes
6. Ye sinners, seek His grace |
7. So shall that curse remove By which the Savior bled; And the last awe-full day shall pour His blessings on your head. |