Judgment Hymn II

Thou didst toil my soul to gain,
Didst redeem me with Thy pain;
Be such labor not in vain.

Thou just Judge of wrath severe,
Grant my sins remission here,
Ere Thy reckoning day appear.

My transgressions grievous are,
Scarce look up for shame I dare:
Lord, Thy guilty suppliant spare.

Thou didst heal the sinner's grief,
And didst hear the dying thief;
Even I may hope relief.

All unworthy is my prayer;
Make my soul Thy mercy's care,
And from fire eternal spare.

Place me with Thy sheep — that band
Who shall separated stand
From the goats, on Thy right hand.

When thy voice in wrath shall say,
Cursed ones, depart away!
Call me with the blest, I pray.

Lord, Thine ear in mercy bow;
Broken is my heart and low:
Guard of my last end be Thou.

In that day, that mournful day,
When to judgment wakes our clay,
Show me mercy, Lord, I pray.