And will the Judge descend?
And must the dead arise?
And not a guilty soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?

And from His righteous lips
Shall dreadful sentence sound,
And through the numerous guilty throng
Speak black despair around?

How will thy heart endure
The terrors of that day,
When heaven and earth, before His face,
Astonished, shrink away?

O sinner, seek His grace,
Whose wrath you can not bear!
Fly to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there!