1 Behold, there comes an hour unknown,
When high upon His burning throne,
The Lord, who died for sinful men,
To judge the world shall come again.

2 Obedient to His high command,
From every nation, tribe and land,
The gathered sons of Adam meet
Around that awful judgment seat.

3 Behold the Judge! that brow of flame
Once wore the thorns and bore the shame;
His blood a Roman cross once dyed—
That Judge for me was crucified.

4 The voice of blasphemy is dumb,
The sinner’s day of fear has come!
The traitor’s kiss, the scorner’s sneer
Are known no more: the Judge is here.

5 Ah, see the myriad throngs divide!
To right and left they turn aside—
What wailing bursts from every heart
Which hears the awful word, "Depart!"

6 But lo! a fair immortal throng
Breaks forth in strains of endless song,
To hear the words, "Ye blessed come!
Receive your kingdom and your home."

7 Oh, sinner, you that Judge must meet,
And face that awful judgment seat;
Repent, and give Him now your heart
Ere you shall hear His word, "Depart."