1 He’ll come, the Judge will surely come,
Ye atheists mock no more;
His chariot wheels are hastening on,
The Judge is at the door.

2 Swift glide the streams of time along
To bring the awful day;
Each flying hour withdrawing says
The Judge will not delay.

3 See where the mighty angel stands,
Embracing sea and shore;
To Heaven he lifts his hand, and swears
That time shall be no more.

4 He swears—behold, the Judge descends
His office to complete;
The tribes of Adam trembling stand
Before the judgment seat.

5 Prepare, my soul, to meet thy judge,
Thy life throughout survey;
From evil cease, and learn the good
If Thou wouldst stand that day.

6 Washed in Thy Savior’s blood thy robes
Shall be both clean and white;
A holy soul can view its judge,
And triumph in the sight.