Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
When Christ to judgment shall descend,|
And saints surround their Lord,
He calls the nations to attend,
And hear his awful word.
2. Not for the want of bullocks slain
3. And what have hypocrites to do|
To bring their sacrifice?
They call my statutes just and true,
But deal in theft and lies.
4. Could you expect to 'scape my sight,
5. Consider, ye that slight the Lord,|
Before his wrath appear,
If once you fall beneath his sword,
There's no deliv'rer there.
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