The judgment of hypocrites.
When Christ to judgment shall descend,
And saints surround their Lord,
He calls the nations to attend,
And hear his awful word.
|Not for the want of bullocks slain
Will I the world reprove;
Altars, and rites, and forms are vain,
Without the fire of love.
|And what have hypocrites to do
To bring their sacrifice?
They call my statutes just and true,
But deal in theft and lies.
|Could you expect to 'scape my sight,
And sin without control?
But I shall bring your crimes to light,
With anguish in your soul.|
Consider, ye that slight the Lord,
Before his wrath appear,
If once you fall beneath his sword,
There's no deliv'rer there.