tr., John Brownlie
When God for judgment sets His throne,
And man to wrath awakes;
When rending rocks from heights are cast,
And earth's foundation shakes;
What then, my soul, shall be thy plea,
When God to Judgment summons thee?
When, as a garment waxen old,
The heavens are rolled away;
And as a vesture changed for that
Which shall endure for aye, --
How clad, my soul, wilt thou appear,
When God to Judgment draweth near?
When loud and shrill the trumpet's blare,
Shall wake the earth and sea;
And from the hidden depths shall rise
The bondman and the free, --
Where, then, my soul, wilt thou abide,
When God at Judgment shall preside?
When from the Record men shall hear
The Judge of all recite;
And every hidden work behold,
Made manifest in light, --
Wilt thou, my soul, the Judgment bear,
That finds the sinner everywhere?
O Christ, Thou Judge, on that dread day,
When sinners shun thy face,
Join not my soul with wicked men,
But free me by Thy grace;
And to my favoured soul be given,
Thy welcome to the bliss of heaven.