The Lord, the Judge, Before His Throne

2. No more shall bold blasphemers say,
Judgment will ne'er begin;
No more abuse his long delay
To impudence and sin.

3. Throned on a cloud our God shall come,
Bright flames prepare his way;
Thunder and darkness, fire and storm,
Lead on the dreadful day.

5. But gather all my saints, he cries,
That made their peace with God
By the Redeemer's sacrifice,
And sealed it with his blood.

6. Their faith and works, brought forth to light
Shall make the world confess,
My sentence of reward is right,
And heav'n adore my grace.