1 Jerusalem! thy judge will come
With woes and desolation;
Signs are appearing of thy doom,
Distress and tribulation;
Rome is Christ’s vassal—she will be
His minister of wrath to thee,
And to thy guilty nation.

2 He will thee visit for thy sin,
And when His hand has found thee,
Rome will with armies hem thee in,
And cast a trench around thee;
Though now thy temple shines so fair,
No stone will soon be standing there
When once her troops surround thee.

3 O mighty earth! Thy judge will come
With woes and desolation,
Signs are appearing of thy doom,
Distress and tribulation;
With angel hosts the Judge of all
Upon the clouds will come, and call
The world to its probation.

4 Thou Lord most glorious! Who didst deign
To die for our salvation,
And everlastingly will reign
In heav’nly exaltation,
O may we fear Thy judgments now,
And then with joy before Thee bow,
The God of all creation.