When the King in His beauty shall come to His throne, And around Him are gathered His loved ones, His own; There be some who will knock at His fair palace door, To be answered within, 'There is mercy no more.'
'I have never known you, I have never known you, I have never, I have never, I have never known you.'
They had known whence He came, and the grace which He brought; In their presence He healed, in their streets He had taught; They had mentioned His Name and their friendship professed; But they never believed, for of them He confessed:
Now the righteous are reigning with Abraham there; But for these is appointed an endless despair; It is vain that they call: He once knocked at their gate, But they welcomed Him not; so now this is their fate:
O sinner, give heed to this story of gloom, For the hour is fast nearing that fixes your doom; Will you still reject mercy? still harden your heart? Oh, then, what will you do as the King cries, 'Depart!'