666    148th     W. Gadsby
Last Judgement. Matt. 25. 31-46; 2 Tim. 4. 1

1 With great and awful power,
  Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
  To bid his foes depart,
  And take his children home;
  How will the wicked quake and fear,
  When they before him must appear.

2 He comes, the world to judge,
  Nor will he take a bribe;
  His wrath none can escape,
  But his beloved bride;
  Millions will unto mountains call,
  To hide them and upon them fall.

3 Poor soul, what is thy hope?
  On what dost thou depend?
  Art thou a stranger still
  To Christ, the sinner’s Friend?
  Soon thou must leave thy all below,
  And then, O then, what wilt thou do?

4 Christians, lift up your heads;
  Say, what has Jesus done?
  His matchless grace to you
  The Saviour has made known;
  Yes, you shall all his glory see,
  And from the second death be free.