The Judgment by L. D. Santee

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 24, 1913

The Judgment

By L. D. Santee

L. D. SANTEE

Is it true that an angel in glory Is recording the acts I have done, That he writes down the pitiful story Of the course I have run?

Is it true that each thought is recorded, Of folly or anger or sin? And will justice for each be awarded When at last the Judge shall begin?

Ah, yes. And the record is growing, As the days pass away into years. Alas, what will be the sad showing When Jehovah in judgment appears?

In the day when the saints shall adore him, And worship the Lamb that was slain, Shall I stand unforgiven before him, And know that repentance is vain?

In the day when the world is divided And the Judge in his grandeur is seen, When a refuge for all is provided, Whose record is shown to be clean;

In the day when the world is on trial, With the dead raised from earth and from sea By the call that will take no denial, Then what will my life's record be?

Thank God, there is hope for the fallen, For Jesus can cleanse every stain, The dark crimson record appalling, In the blood of the sacrifice slain.

With our sins all confessed and forgiven And the record made whiter than snow, We may enter the glories of heaven, Where life's waters forever shall flow.