And will the Judge descend?

And must the dead arise?

And not a single soul escape

His all-discerning eyes?

2 How will my heart endure

The terrors of that day,

When earth and heaven before his face,

Astonished, shrink away?

3 But ere the trumpet shakes

The mansions of the dead;

Hark! from the Gospel’s cheering sound,

What joyful tidings spread.

4 Ye sinners! seek his grace,

Whose wrath you can not bear;

Flee to the shelter of his cross,

And find salvation there.

5 Come! take his offers now,

From every sin depart,

Perform thy oft-repeated vow,

And render him thy heart.

6 Repent! return! receive

The grace through Jesus given;

Sure, if with God on earth we live,

We live with God in heaven.