Fearful Thought of Endless Doom

Fearful thought of end­less doom—

Skies are rent

the Judge is come;

Clouds His throne; around Him stand

Angel guards

a count­less band.

Hear the voice from shore to shore

Tells that time shall be no more;

See the dead from dust arise

Summoned to the great as­size.

On His right are placed the just

To the left the wick­ed thrust;

Well to Him are sin­ners known—

Known

but sev­ered from His own.

These a blest re­treat have won

Earth’s de­lights who learned to shun;

Chose af­flict­ion

pain and loss

Followed Him who bore the cross.

Cross

from which the He­brew turned

Cross

by haugh­ty Gen­tiles spurned;

Thee with joy the right­eous see

But the lost with ago­ny.

Deeper still their shame and dread

Seeing Him whose blood they shed;

Lord

from sin Thy peo­ple keep

Lest its dread­ful fruit they reap.

Mingling joy with ho­ly fear

Praise we Him whose day is near;

Bless alike the Fa­ther’s name

And the Spir­it’s praise pro­claim.