The Sacred Harp 2012 Cooper Book Edition
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Song · Page 592

The Judgment

Lyrics

The Lord, the Judge, before His throne
Bids all the earth draw near;
The nations near the rising sun,
And near the western sky.
Throned on a cloud our God shall come,
Bright flames prepare His way,
Thunder and darkness, fire and smoke,
Lead on the dreadful day.

‘But gather all my saints,’ He cries,
‘That made their peace with God
By the Redeemer’s sacrifice,
And seal’d it with His blood.
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.’