Hymn 453

1WHEN thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come,
To take thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand ?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand ?

2I love to meet among them now,
Before thy gracious throne to bow,
Though vilest of them all ;
Yet can I hope thy pardoning thought,
To have my worthless name left out,
When thou for them shalt call ?