CCCLXXIII. The final sentence and misery of the wicked

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

2 And from his righteous lips
Shall this dread sentence sound;
And through the numerous guilty throng,
Spread black despair around?

3 "Depart from me, accurs'd,
"To everlasting flame,
"For rebel angels first prepar'd,
"Where mercy never came."

4 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day:
When earth and heav'n, before his face,
Astonish'd shrink away?

5 But ere that trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead;
Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound,
What joyful tidings spread!

6 Ye sinners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Fly to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.

7 So shall that curse remove
By which the Saviour bled;
And the last awful day shall pour
His blessings on your head.

Text Information
First Line: And will the Judge descend?
Title: The final sentence and misery of the wicked
Meter: S. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1799
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Topic: Song of desired heaven
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