The Great Judgment
I dreamed that the great judgment
Morning had dawned,
the trumpet had blown;
I dreamed that the nations
had gathered
To judgment before the white throne;
From the throne came a bright
shining angel,
And stood on the land and the sea,
And swore with His hand raised
to heaven.
That time was no longer to be.
And O, what a weeping and wailing,
As the Lost were told of their fate;
They cried for the rocks and
the mountains,
They prayed, but their prayers
were too late.
The rich man was there,
but His money
Had melted and vanished away;
A pauper he stood in the judgment,
His debts were too heavy to pay;
The great man was there but
His greatness,
When death came, was lef
t far behind.
The angel that opened the records,
Not a trace of his greatness
could find.
The widow was there
with the orphans
God heard and remembered
their cries;
No sorrow in heaven forever.
God wiped all the tears
from their eyes:
The gambler was there and
the drunkard.
And the man that had sold them
the drink.
With the people who gave
him the license,
Together in hell they did sink.
The moral man came
to the judgment,
But His self-righteous rags
would not do;
The men who had crucified Jesus
Had passed off as moral men too;
The soul that had put off
salvation.
"Not tonight; I'll get saved
by and by,
No time now to think of religion!"
At last they had found time to die.
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