1 That awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test.
2 Thou lovely chief of all my joys, Thou sovereign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the sound, "Depart?"
3 [The thunder of that dismal word, Would so torment my ear, 'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear.]
4 [What, to be banish'd from my life, And yet forbid to die! To linger in eternal pain, Yet death for ever fly!]
5 O wretched state of deep despair, To see my God remove, And fix my doleful station where I must not taste his Love.
6 Jesus, I throw my arms around, And hang upon thy breast; Without a gracious smile from thee My spirit cannot rest.
7 O tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands; Shew me some promise in thy book Where my salvation stands!
8 [Give me one kind assuring word, To sink my fears again, And cheerfully my soul shall wait Her threescore years and ten.]