Oh when my righteous judge?

When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come

To fetch 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?

I love to meet among them now,

Before Thy gracious feet to bow,

Though vilest of them all;

But can I bear the piercing thought:

What if my name should be left out,

When Thou for them shalt call?

Prevent, prevent it by Thy grace;

Be Thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place,

In this the accepted day:

Thy pardoning voice, O let me hear,

To still my unbelieving fear,

nor let me fall, I pray.

Let me among Thy saints be found,

Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound

To see Thy smiling face;

Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing,

While heaven's resounding mansions ring

With shouts of sovereign grace.