Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
The Lord, the Judge, before his throne|
Bids the whole earth draw nigh,
The nations near the rising sun,
And near the western sky.
2. No more shall bold blasphemers say,
3. Throned on a cloud our God shall come,
4. Heav'n from above his call shall hear,|
Attending angels come,
And earth and hell shall know and fear
His justice and their doom.
5. But gather all my saints, he cries,
6. Their faith and works, brought forth to light
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