5 And while his judgments long delay,
They grow secure and sin the more;
They think he sleeps as well as they,
And put far off the dreadful hour.

6 O dreadful hour! when God draws near, And sets their crimes before their eyes!  His wrath their guilty souls shall tear, And no deliverer dare to rise.

Psalm 50:5.  To a new Tune. 
The last judgment.

1 The Lord the Sovereign sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From east to west the sounding orders spread Thro’ distant worlds and regions of the dead:  No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more:  behold the day!

2 Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend him down the sky:  Heaven, earth and hell draw near; let all things come To hear his justice and the sinners doom:  But gather first my saints (the Judge commands) Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.

3 Behold! my covenant stands for ever good, Seal’d by the eternal sacrifice in blood, And sign’d with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship or the new.  There’s no distinction here:  come spread their thrones, And near me seat my favorites and my sons.

4 I their almighty Saviour and their God, I am their Judge:  ye heavens, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear:  Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.

5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flames of love:  in vain the store Of brutal offerings that were mine before; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed.

6 If I were hungry would I ask thee food?  When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks blood?  Can I be flatter’d with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows?  Are my eyes charm’d thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?

7 Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please A God, a spirit, with such toys as these?  While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, Thou lov’st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong; In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends.

8 Silent I waited with lone-suffering love, But didst thou hope that I should ne’er reprove?  And cherish such an impious thought within, That God the righteous would indulge thy sin?  Behold my terrors now:  my thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.

9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake, before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend; Lest like a lion his last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliverer near.

Psalm 50:6.  To the old proper Tune. 
The last judgment.