I dreamed that the great judgment morning Had dawned, and the trumpet had blown; I dreamed that the nations had gathered To judgment before the white throne; From the throne came a bright shining angel, And stood on the land and the sea, And 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 pauper he stood in the judgment, His debts were too heavy to pay; The great man was there, but his greatness, When death came, was left far behind! The angel that opened the records, Not a trace of his greatness could find.
The widow was there with the orphans, God heard and remembered their cries; No sorrow in heaven for ever, God wiped all the tears from their eyes; The gambler was there and the drunkard, And the man that had sold them the drink, With the people who gave him the license, Together in hell they did sink.
The moral man came to the judgment, 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 religion!" At last they had found time to die.
And 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.