In the silence of night when the stars glimmer o’er me,
The sound of my tread breaks the stillness alone,
I think of the far-distant mansions of glory,
Where angels keep watch round the Holy One’s throne.
Then, when clock after clock tells the hours that are fleeting,
I think how each brings the day near and more near,
When around the dread judgment-seat multitudes meeting,
The last solemn verdict of justice shall hear.
On the right hand will stand Christ’s redeemed ones, possessing
Robes washed in His blood, with His righteousness crowned;
On the left the lost souls that rejected the blessing;
O God, in which number shall I then be found?
Am I resting my hopes on His infinite merit,
Who suffered our pardon and peace to procure;
Am I seeking the aid of His life-giving Spirit
To make my heart penitent, humble, and pure?
Oh! for those who believe there is “no condemnation,”
The Judge shall Himself be their Saviour and Friend,
His voice shall award them eternal salvation,
And bliss, in His presence, which never shall end.