In that awful hour when all the tribes of men Shall before the throne of justice stand, When the deep shall yield her hidden treasure, And the dead arise from sea and land— Refrain Who shall be able to stand When the King shall name His own? When the day of hope is flown, And we reap what we have sown, Who shall be able to stand? When the mountains and the hills shall disappear, And the islands of the sea depart, When the thunders of God’s wrath awaken Bitter memories in each careless heart— Refrain When the loud despairing cry of myriads lost Shall ascend from earth’s unnumbered host Who have passed the bounds of God’s forbearance And have sinned against the Holy Ghost— Refrain Shall we stifle now the Spirit’s kindly voice And in trespasses and sins lie dead, While the door of mercy still stands open, Ere the hope of pardoning grace is fled? Refrain