The mind here insists that love cannot treat the innocent as guilty, and in that insistence it is arguing itself toward a truth it half remembers. It cannot bear the thought that righteousness and wickedness should be counted the same, because deep down it knows love does not condemn what is innocent. What it calls justice is really its plea to be seen as innocent itself.
The One imagined as Judge of all the earth is the mind's own picture of truth, and it trusts that truth must do right. A mind reaching toward that certainty is learning that love judges by looking on innocence, not by sentencing the guilty.
Judge of all the earth: the mind's image of truth itself, the presence it trusts to see rightly and never condemn the innocent.