THE Lord, the Judge, before His throne,

THE Lord, the Judge, before His throne, Bids the whole earth draw nigh, The nations near the rising sun, And near the western sky.

No more shall bold blasphemers say, Judgment will ne'er begin; No more abuse His long delay To impudence and sin.

Throned on a cloud our God shall come, Bright flames prepare His way: Thunder and darkness, fire and storm, Lead on the dreadful day.

Heaven from above His call shall hear, Attending angels come, And earth and hell shall know and fear His justice and their doom.