Righteous Judge

1WHEN thou, my righteous Judge, shall come,
To call thy ransomed people home.
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand?

2I love to meet among them now,
Before thy gracious throne to bow,
Though weakest of them all;
But can I bear the piercing thought,
To have my worthless name left out,
When thou for them shalt call?

3Prevent, prevent it, by thy grace!
Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place.
In that expected day.
Thy pard'ning voice, O, let me hear,
To still each unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall, I pray.

4Let me among thy saints be found,
Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound,
To see thy smiling face;
Then loud through all the crowd I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of endless grace.