He comes to raise the sleeping just,
Who long have slumbered in the dust;
His voice will break their long repose,
And snatch them from the last of foes.
He comes to change the waiting ones,
Who now endure the world's cold frowns;
Their feet are planted on the rock;
They fear not though a little flock.
They hear the peace and safety cry,
The token of destruction nigh,
And know the fearful doom that waits
The scoffer, who his coming hates.
Sinner! dost thou not dread thy doom?
The retribution hastens on,
Stern justice lifts the avenging sword,
To slay the mocker of God's word.
O then repent ere the decree,
He that is filthy let him be,
From the stern Judge's lips shall fall,
And thou for rocks and mountains call.
Sweet Mercy still doth plead for thee;
O then to Jesus quickly flee;
His blood can wash thy sins away;
Then haste, 'tis fatal to delay.
God's perfect law no more despise,
But have his fear before thine eyes,
And keep the faith of his dear Son,
That thou mayst wear a glorious crown.
Eternal life! the prize is worth
Far more than all the wealth of earth;
Then on that treasure fix thine eyes,
Till thou shalt win the blessed prize.