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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 30, 1872

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 40, No. 7.

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The Judgment.

By Phebe A. Wolcott

ALL, both great and small, must be judged according to the deeds done in the body, whether they be good, or whether they be evil. They will be judged and receive their just doom. By whom are they judged? By the great God, the Creator of the universe and all its inhabitants; the all-wise and supreme Ruler. Before him all must appear, and his judgments are just. No fault can be found with his sentence. Justice and equity will characterize every decision.
Judgment must first begin at the house of God; and if the righteous scarcely be saved, where shall the ungodly and the sinner appear?
And the work of the Judgment is now going on in Heaven. Our thoughts, words, and actions, are set down by the recording angel. By these accounts in the books we shall be judged. And we know not how soon our cases may be tried by the heavenly court, and the final sentence be declared. And what shall that sentence be? Shall it be, “Well done,” or, “Weighed in the balance and found wanting”? It is for us now to decide. We have a daily and hourly work to do. A work that will tell in our favor in the final day of accounts. Every idle word, spoken in an unguarded moment, is put to our account. Every impure, vain, and unholy thought, every selfish motive, is put down.
Solemn thought! Oh! that we might have it impressed indelibly upon our minds, that we might ever realize the awful nature of the event. How differently should we act. How careful should we be of all our words and actions. We should set about the work of overcoming in real earnest.
How are we living now? How will our actions stand the test of the Judgment? Awake, O my soul, to the solemnities of this time! Arouse from thy stupor, nerve thy benumbed sensibilities, break away from the power of the evil one, and confess and forsake thy sins. Time is passing swiftly away; only a few more days are allowed us to prepare.
It is not a dream, it is not a vision; it is a solemn reality. Flee to Jesus, weary, sin-sick soul. He loves you, and his blood will cleanse you from every stain. Mercy lingers but a little longer. Make haste to meet Jesus; for he will come in a little while for the humble children of God.
PHEBE A. WOLCOTT.
Ransom, Mich.