1 See where the great incarnate God
Fills a majestic throne,
While from the skies his awful voice
Bears the last judgment down.
2 [|I am the first, and I the last,
|Thro' endless years the same;
|I AM is my memorial still,
|And my eternal name.
3 |Such favours as a God can give
|My royal grace bestows;
|Ye thirsty souls come taste the streams
|Where life and pleasure flows.]
4 [|The saint that triumphs o'er his sins,
|I'll own him for a son,
|The whole creation shall reward
|The conquests he has won.
5 |But bloody hands and hearts unclean,
|And all the lying race,
|The faithless and the scoffing crew,
|That spurn at offer'd grace,
6 |They shall be taken from my sight,
|Bound fast in iron chains,
|And headlong plung'd into the lake
|Where fire and darkness reigns.|
7 O may I stand before the Lamb,
When earth and seas are fled!
And hear the Judge pronounce my name
With blessings on my head!
8 May I with those for ever dwell
Who here were my delight,
While sinners banish'd down to hell,
No more offend my sight.