When, Thou My Righteous Judge

When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come

To take Thy ransomed people home,

Shall I among them stand?

Shall such a worthless worm as I,

Who sometimes am afraid to die,

Be found at Thy right hand?

I love to meet among them now,

Before Thy gracious feet to bow,

Though vilest of them all:

But can I bear the piercing tho't,

What if my name should be left out,

When Thou for them shalt call?

Prevent, prevent it by Thy grace;

Be Thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place.

In this th' accepted day;

Thy pard'ning voice, O let me hear,

To still my unbelieving fear,

Nor let me fall, I pray.

Let me among Thy saints be found,

Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall sound,

To see Thy smiling face;

Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing,

While heav'n resounding mansions ring

With shouts of sov'reign grace.