“FOR HE COMETH TO JUDGE THE EARTH.”
What mean these fearful demonstrations?
These fires? and floods? and tribulations?
On every side—“distress of nations”? Does Jesus come to judge the world?
Will heaven’s scroll soon be unfurled?
Some upward caught—some downward hurled? What robe have I, in which to greet thee?
Lord, grant I may not fear to meet thee!
My Saviour, hear me, I entreat thee! Cleanse thou my soul from every stain,
O Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
Let not my pleading be in vain! But let my robes—through blood of thine
Like angels’ robes be made to shine—
All glorious! through thy love divine! And unto thee be all the praise
An anxious, loving heart can raise,
Till my wrapt soul on thee shall gaze!