When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come To take 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. 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. 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. Then loudest of the crowd I’ll sing, While heaven’s resounding mansions ring With shouts of sovereign grace Then loudest of the crowd I’ll sing, While heaven’s resounding mansions ring With shouts of sovereign grace. with shouts of sovereign grace! with shouts of sovereign grace! with shouts of sovereign grace!
