But when He cometh back once more,
There shall be set the great white throne;
And earth and Heav'n shall flee before
The face of Him that sits thereon.
O Son of God! in glory crown'd,
The judge ordain'd of quick and dead;
O Son of man! so pitying found
For all the tears Thy people shed;
Be with us in that awful hour,
And by Thy crown, and by Thy grave,
By all Thy love and all Thy pow'r,
In that great Day of Judgment save.
HYMN 130.
When gath'ring clouds around I view,
And days are dark and friends are few,
On Him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced ev'ry human pain;
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From Heav'nly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do,—
Still He who felt temptation's pow'r,
Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour.
And Oh! when I have safely pass'd,
Through ev'ry conflict but the last,
