| Song | Great Judgement Morning |
| Artist | George Jones |
| Album | Amazing Grace |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. | |
| Refrain: | |
| 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 rich man was there, but his money | |
| Had melted and vanished away; | |
| A pauper he stood in the judgment, | |
| His debts were too heavy to pay; | |
| The great man was there, but his greatness, | |
| When death came, was left far behind! | |
| The angel that opened the records, | |
| Not a trace of his greatness could find. | |
| 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 had sold them the drink, | |
| With the people who gave him the license, | |
| Together in hell they did sink. | |
| The moral man came to the judgment, | |
| But 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. |
| 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. | |
| Refrain: | |
| 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 rich man was there, but his money | |
| Had melted and vanished away | |
| A pauper he stood in the judgment, | |
| His debts were too heavy to pay | |
| The great man was there, but his greatness, | |
| When death came, was left far behind! | |
| The angel that opened the records, | |
| Not a trace of his greatness could find. | |
| 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 had sold them the drink, | |
| With the people who gave him the license, | |
| Together in hell they did sink. | |
| The moral man came to the judgment, | |
| But selfrighteous 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. |
| 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. | |
| Refrain: | |
| 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 rich man was there, but his money | |
| Had melted and vanished away | |
| A pauper he stood in the judgment, | |
| His debts were too heavy to pay | |
| The great man was there, but his greatness, | |
| When death came, was left far behind! | |
| The angel that opened the records, | |
| Not a trace of his greatness could find. | |
| 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 had sold them the drink, | |
| With the people who gave him the license, | |
| Together in hell they did sink. | |
| The moral man came to the judgment, | |
| But selfrighteous 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. |