greatjudgement

Cork Free Presbyterian Church, 10 Briarscourt (Annex) Shanakiel, Cork, Ireland
Pastor: Colin Maxwell. Email: colin.maxwell@fpcmission.org

And I saw a great white throne, and him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away; and there was found no place for them. And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works. And the sea gave up the dead which were in it; and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them: and they were judged every man according to their works. And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death. And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire. (Revelation 20:11-15)

WHAT THEN?
When the great plants of our cities
Have turned out their finished work,
When our merchants have sold their last yard of silk
And dismissed their last tired clerk;
When our banks have raked in their last pound
And paid their last dividend;
When the Judge of the Earth says,
"Close for the night"
And asks for a balance - What then?

When the choir has sung its last anthem
And the preacher has made his last prayer;
When the people have heard their last sermon
And the sound died out on the air;
When the Bible lies closed on the pulpit
And the pews are all empty of men
And each one stands facing his record
And the great book is opened - What then?

When the actors have played their last drama,
And the mimic has made his last fun,
When the film has flashed his last picture,
And the billboard has displayed its last run;
When the crowds seeking pleasure have vanished,
And gone out in the darkness again -
When the trumpet of ages is sounded,
And we all stand before Him - What then?

When the bugle's call sinks into silence
And the long marching columns stand still,
When the captain repeats his last orders,
And they've captured the last fort and hill,
And the flag has been mauled from the masthead,
And the wounded afield checked in,
And a world that rejected its Saviour,
Is asked for a reason - What then?

THE GREAT JUDGEMENT MORNING

I dreamed that the Great Judgement morning
Had dawned and the trumpet had blown.
I dreamed that the nations had gathered
To judgement before the White Throne.

From the throne came a bright shining angel
And he stood on the land and the sea,
And he swore with his hand raised to Heaven,
That time was no longer to be.

The rich man was there but his money,
Had melted and vanished away.
A poor man, he stood in the Judgement,
His debts were too many to pay.

The great man was there but his greatness,
When death came was left far behind.
For the angel who opened the record,
No trace of his greatness could find.

O what a weeping and wailing,
As the lost were told of their fate,
They cried for the rocks and the mountains,
They prayed, but their prayer was too late.

The gambler was there and the drunkard,
And the man who had sold him the drink,
With the people who gave him the license,
To gather in hell, they did sink.

The moral man came to the judgement,
But his self righteous rags would not do,
The men who had crucified Jesus,
Had passed off as moral men too.

The soul that had put off salvation,
"Not tonight - I'll get saved by and by,
No time now to think of salvation."
At last had found time to die.

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