The Judgment (Bonar)

The long last note has sound­ed

The dead from dust to call;

The sin­ner stands con­found­ed

With fear on fear sur­round­ed

As by a sea un­bound­ed

Before the Judge of all.

No long­er now de­lay­ing

The hour of dread­ed doom;

No more the sen­tence stay­ing

No more the cross dis­play­ing

In wrath His throne ar­ray­ing

The Judge

the Judge has come!

What wild shrill voice of mourn­ing

Comes up from hill and plain?

Dark spir­its

par­don scorn­ing

Proud hearts

long mer­cy spurn­ing

Bold re­bels

deaf to warn­ing

Now cry

but cry in vain!

See how these heav’ns are rend­ed

By yon sky-fill­ing blast;

Earth’s year of grace is ended;

He who in clouds as­cend­ed

Now

with Heav’n’s hosts at­tend­ed

Returns

re­turns at last!

Cease

man

thy God-de­fy­ing;

Cease thy best friend to grieve;

Cease

man

thy self-re­ly­ing;

Flee from the end­less dy­ing;

Swiftly thy time is fly­ing;

Embrace the Son and live!

Give up thy vain en­dea­vor

To heal thy wounds and woes;

He is of life the Giv­er

And from His cross the riv­er

Which quench­es thirst for ev­er

All free­ly to thee flows.

With gush

and gleam

and sing­ing

See the bright fount­ain rise.

For thee that fount is spring­ing

To thee its glad­ness bring­ing—

Why then so mad­ly cling­ing

To van­ity and lies?