He Will Gather the Wheat

When Je­sus shall ga­ther the na­tions

Before Him at last to ap­pear

Then

oh how shall we stand in the judg­ment

When sum­moned our sen­tence to hear?

He will ga­ther the wheat in His gar­ner

But the chaff will He scat­ter away;

Then

oh how shall we stand at the judg­ment

Of the great re­sur­rect­ion day?

Shall we hear

from the lips of the Sav­ior

The words

Faith­ful serv­ant

well done?

Or

trem­bling with fear and with ang­uish

Be ban­ished away from His throne?

He will smile when He looks on His child­ren

And sees on the ran­somed His seal;

He will clothe them in heav­en­ly beau­ty

As low at His foot­stool they kneel.

Then let us be watch­ing and wait­ing

Our lamps burn­ing stea­dy and bright

When the Bride­groom shall call to the wed­ding

Our spir­its made rea­dy for flight.

Thus liv­ing with hearts fixed on Heav­en

In pa­tience we wait for the time

When

the days of our pil­grim­age end­ed

We’ll bask in the pre­sence di­vine.