When Thou, my righteous Judge shall 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? I love to meet Thy people now, Before Thy gracious feet to bow, Though vilest of them all: But can I bear the piercing thought? What if my name should be left out, When Thou for them shalt call? O Lord, prevent it by Thy grace; Be Thou my only hiding place, In this, th???accepted day; Thy pardoning voice oh let me hear, To still my unbelieving fear, Nor let me fall, I pray. Among Thy saints let me be found Whene???er th???archangel???s trump shall sound, To see Thy smiling face; Then loudest of the crowd I???ll sing, While heaven???s resounding mansions ring, With shouts of sovereign grace.