Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # Awful Thought Of Endless Doom 1. Awful thought of endless doom! Skies are rent, the Judge is come: Clouds his throne; around him stand Angel guards, a countless band. 2. Hark, the voice from shore to shore Tells that time shall be no more: See the dead from dust arise, Flurried to the last assize. 3. On his right are placed the just; To his left the wicked thrust: Well to him are sinners known, Quickly sever'd from his own. 4. These a blest retreat have won, Who had learn'd earth's joys to shun: Chose for him the pain and loss, Follow'd him who bore the Cross 5. Cross, from which the Hebrew turn'd; Cross, by haughty Gentile spurn'd; Thee with joy the righteous see, But the lost with agony. 6. Deeper still their shame and dread, Seeing him whose blood they shed: Lord, from sin thy people keep, Lest its dreadful fruit they reap. 7. Mingling joy with holy fear, Praise we him whose day is near: Bless alike the Father's Name, And the Spirit's praise proclaim. Amen. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #