THE GREAT JUDGMENT MORNING
1. I dreamed that the great judgment
morning
Had dawned and the trumpet had
blown;
I dreamed that the nations had
gathered
To judgment before the white
throne;
From the throne came a bright
shinning angel,
And stood on the land and the sea,
And swore with his hand raised to
heaven,
That time was no longer to be.
Chorus:
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 prayer was
too late.
2. 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 left far
behind!
The angel that opened the records,
Not a trace of his greatness could
find.
3. The widow was there with the
orphans,
God heard and remembered their
cries;
No sorrow in heaven for ever,
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.
4. 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,
ANot tonight; I’ll get saved by and
by,
No time now to think of religion!
At last they had found time to die.