Verse 1
I cannot doubt the power Divine,
Dead souls, or bodies dead to save:
Death oft hath heard that voice of thine,
Heard from the bed, the bier, the grave:
That voice our mouldring dust again
Shall from earth’s lowest centre hear,
And ocean pay its debt of man,
And all before thy throne appear.
Verse 2
Whose works, and lives, and hearts were good
They shall with joy and triumph rise,
Obtain the crown by grace bestow’d,
The life with Christ above the skies:
But who on earth have evil done
The day shall all their deeds reveal,
Their righteous doom they cannot shun,
But rise, to be thrust down to hell.