Good works will be cited as evidences of grace, and evil works as tokens of unbelief. This makes our daily conduct a solemn thing. How shall we bear to be thus weighed in the balances?
When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll,
When louder yet and yet more dread
Sounds the high trump that wakes the dead;
Oh, on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be thou, O Christ, the sinner’s stay,
Though earth and heaven shall pass away.
Lo! what a glorious sight appears
To our admiring eyes!
The former seas have pass’d away,
The former earth and skies.
From heav’n the New Jerus’lem comes,
All worthy of its Lord;
See all things now at length renew’d,
And paradise restor’d!
Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing;
Mortals! behold the sacred seat
Of your descending King!