The Judgment (Chapman)

The judg­ment day is com­ing on

God’s Word de­clares it true;

Upon the great white throne will be

The One oft spurned by you.

Judgment! all your sins con­front­ing

Judgment! with no help or guide.

Judgment! all your re­cord fac­ing;

Judgment! with no place to hide.

The brok­en laws

the sins for­got

Will meet you on that day

And from the re­cord writ­ten there

You can­not turn away.

God’s mer­cy will be end­ed then

The day of grace be done;

The time you might have chos­en life

Will be for­ev­er gone.

But

hark! the door stands op­en wide

God’s Spir­it still is nigh;

In gen­tle tones the Sav­ior pleads

Oh

turn! why will ye die?