O Son of God, in glory
crowned,
The Judge ordained of
quick and dead!
O Son of man, so
pitying found
For all the tears Thy
people shed!
Be with
us in this darkened
place,
This weary, restless,
dangerous night;
And teach, O teach us,
by Thy grace,
To struggle onward into
light!
And since, in God’s
recording book,
Our sins are written,
every one,
The crime, the wrath,
the wandering look
The good we knew, and
left undone;
Lord, ere the last
dread trump be heard,
And ere before Thy face
we stand,
Look Thou on each
accusing word,
And blot it with Thy
bleeding hand.
And by the love that
brought Thee here,
And by the cross, and
by the grave,
Give perfect love for
conscious fear,
And in the day of
judgment save.
