The Great Judgement Morning

I dreamed that the great judgment morning
Had dawned, and the trumpet had blown
I dreamed that the nations had gathered
To judgment before the white throne
From the throne came a bright, shining Angel
And he stood on the land and the sea
And he swore with his hand raised to Heaven
That time was no longer to be

The widow was there with the orphans
God heard and remembered their cries
No sorrow in heaven forever
God wiped all the tears from their eyes
The gambler was there and the drunkard
And the man that sold them the drink
With the people who gave him the license
Together in hell they did sink

And, oh, what a weeping and wailing
As the lost were told of their fate
They cried for the rocks and the mountains
They prayed, but their prayer was too late

The moral man came to the judgment
But the self-righteous rags would not do
The men who had crucified Jesus
Had passed off as moral men, too
The soul that had put off salvation
Not tonight, I'll get saved by and by
No time now to think of religion!
At last, they had found time to die

And, oh, what a weeping and wailing
As the lost were told of their fate
They cried for the rocks and the mountains
They prayed, but their prayer was too late

They prayed, but their prayer was too late