The sound of my tread breaks the stillness alone,
I think of the far-distant mansions of glory,
Where angels keep watch round the Holy One’s throne.
Then, when clock after clock tells the hours that are fleeting,
I think how each brings the day near and more near,
When around the dread judgment-seat multitudes meeting,
The last solemn verdict of justice shall hear.
On the right hand will stand Christ’s redeemed ones, possessing
Robes washed in His blood, with His righteousness crowned;
On the left the lost souls that rejected the blessing;