Weighed and Blotted Out

WEIGHED AND BLOTTED OUT

By Zeres Vitto

VERSE 1 — The Holy Throne

In heaven’s courts the temple stands,

The ark upholds God’s law divine;

Ten commandments by His own hand—

His covenant through all of time.

The Sabbath bears His sacred seal,

The Lord of all—both near and far;

Of worlds unseen and angels bright,

Before this earth and all its stars.

REFRAIN

The books are opened before the throne,

Each life revealed, each deed made known;

God’s holy law—the measure true,

It weighs the heart and searches you.

While mercy pleads, names yet may stand,

Through Jesus’ blood, by pierced hand;

When sins are retained at judgment’s call,

Their names are blotted out.

VERSE 2 — Profaned Worship

Strange fire burns on sacred ground,

Man’s will now leads where God has spoken;

His holy law is trampled down,

His sacred covenant lies broken.

They touch the ark with human hands,

They change the times the Lord has set;

“They command what God has never said,

And claim it truth—deceived, unafraid.”

VERSE 3 — The Feast of Babylon

A golden cup is lifted high,

The wine of error floods the land;

They praise their gods, deny the Most High,

Profaning what God made holy.

Like Belshazzar in pride and sin,

Who knew the truth yet chose the lie—

The hand that wrote now testifies:

“Thou art weighed—and found wanting.”

REFRAIN

The books are opened before the throne,

Each life revealed, each deed made known;

God’s holy law—the measure true,

It weighs the heart and searches you.

While mercy pleads, names yet may stand,

Through Jesus’ blood, by pierced hand;

When sins are retained at judgment’s call,

Their names are blotted out.

VERSE 4 — The Final Test

Where truth once shone within the courts,

Abominations rise before Him;

A decree goes forth—compelling all

To worship powers set against Him

The beast receives the worship claimed,

Yet all who bow, bow down to Satan;

A mark is set on hand or mind—

But those who keep His Sabbath stand.

BRIDGE — Close of Probation

The door will close—no voice within,

No blood to plead, no grace extended;

The censer falls—the work is done,

The day of mercy now is ended.

From out the temple angels go,

With bowls of wrath unmixed with grace;

The plagues descend on those who chose

To cast God’s truth and law away.

FINAL REFRAIN

The books are opened—even now,

Before the Judge let every heart bow.

God’s holy law—the measure true—

In Christ alone you’re counted true.

For when His work of grace is done,

No voice to plead, no intercessor;

Each case is fixed for life or death—

Once weighed—no change can e’er be made.