1 When the great Judge, supreme and just,
Shall once inquire for blood,
The humble souls, that mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.

2 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain,

3 Though saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait, and long complain:
Their cries shall never be forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.

4 Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;