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The Great Tribunal.—Rev. xx, 11, 12.
1 JOHN in vision saw the day
When the Judge will hasten down ;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
From the terror of his frown.
Dead and living, small and great,
Raised from the earth and sea,
At his bar shall hear their fate :
What will then become of me ?
2 Can I bear his awful looks?
Shall I stand in judgment then,
When I see the open d books,
Written by th Almighty s pen ?
If he to remembrance bring,
And expose to public view,
Every work and secret thing,
Ah, my soul, what canst thou do ?
3 When the list shall be produced
Of the talents I enjoy d,
Means and mercies how abused,
Time and strength how misemploy d,
Conscience, then compell d to read,
Must allow the charge is true ;
Say, my soul, what canst thou plead
In that hour what wilt thou do ?
4 But the book of life I see ;
May my name be written there :
Then from guilt and danger free,
Glad I ll meet him in the air.
That s the book I hope to plead,
Tis the gospel open d wide.
Lord, I am a wretch indeed,
I have sinri d, but thou hast died.
5 Now my soul knows what to do ;
Thus I shall with boldness stand,
Number d with the faithful few,
Own d and saved at thy right hand.
