What horror must invade the mind, when the approaching Judge shall find, and sift the deeds of all mankind

Now death and nature with surprise, behold the trembling sinners rise, to meet the Judge's searching eyes

Then shall with universal dread, the Book of Consciences be read to judge the lives of all the dead

For now before the Judge severe, all hidden things must plain appear; no crime can pass unpunished here

O what shall I, so guilty plead? And who for me will intercede? When even Saints shall comfort need?

In weariness You sought for me, and suffering upon the tree! Let not in vain such labor be

King of tremendous majesty, save me oh source of mercy