When you, my righteous judge, shall come

When you, my righteous judge, shall come
to fetch your ransomed people home,
shall I among them stand?
Shall such a sinful child as I,
who sometimes am afraid to die,
be found at your right hand?

2. I love to meet among them now,
before your gracious feet to bow,
though vilest of them all;
but can I bear this piercing thought:
what if my name should be left out,
when you for them shall call?

3. Prevent, prevent it by your grace;
and be, dear Lord, my hiding-place
in this, the gospel day!
Your pardoning voice, O let me hear,
to still my unbelieving fear,
nor let me fall, I pray!

4. Let me among your saints be found
when all shall hear the trumpet sound,
to see your smiling face;
then loudest of the throng I’ll sing,
and all the courts of heaven will ring
with shouts of sovereign grace.