Lord, The Sovereign


The Lord, the Sovereign, sends His
summons forth,
Calls the south nations and awakes the
north;
From east to west the sounding orders
spread,
Through distant worlds and regions of
the dead:
No more shall atheists mock His long
delay;
His vengeance sleeps no more: behold
the day!Behold, the Judge descends,
His guards are nigh;
Tempest and fire attend Him down the
sky:
Heav’n, earth, and hell, draw near;
let all things come
To hear His justice, and the sinner’s
doom:
But gather first My saints,” the
Judge commands,
Bring them, ye angels, from their
distant lands.Behold, My cov’nant stands for
ever good,
Sealed by th’ eternal Sacrifice in
blood,
And signed with all their names; the
Greek, the Jew,
That paid the ancient worship or the
new,
There’s no distinction here; come,
spread their thrones,
And near Me seat My fav’rites and My
sons.I, their Almighty Savior and their
God,
I am their Judge: ye heav’ns, proclaim
abroad
My just eternal sentence, and declare
Those awful truths that sinners dread
to hear:
Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire;
I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. Not for the want of goats or
bullocks slain
Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are
vain
Without the flames of love; in vain
the store
Of brutal off’rings that were Mine
before;
Mine are the tamer beasts and savage
breed,
Flocks, herds, and fields and forests
where they feed.“If I were hungry, would I ask thee
food?
When did I thirst, or drink thy
bullocks’ blood?
Can I be flattered with thy cringing
bows,
Thy solemn chatt’rings and fantastic
vows?
Are My eyes charmed thy vestments to
behold,
Glaring in gems, and gay in woven
gold?
“Unthinking wretch! how couldst
thou hope to please
A God, a Spirit, with such toys as
these,
While, with My grace and statutes on
thy tongue,
Thou lov’st deceit, and dost thy
brother wrong?
In vain to pious forms thy zeal
pretends,
Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen
friends.“Silent I waited with long-suff’ring
love,
But didst thou hope that I should
ne’er reprove?
And cherish such an impious thought
within,
That God, the Righteous, would indulge
thy sin?
Behold My terrors now: My thunders
roll,
And thy own crimes affright thy guilty
soul.”Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools,
be wise;
Awake before this dreadful morning
rise;
Change your vain thoughts, your
crooked works amend,
Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your
friend
Lest, like a lion, His last vengeance
tear
Your trembling souls, and no deliv’rer
near.