My Record Will Be There

In a day that is not far

At the blaz­ing judg­ment bar

Even now the aw­ful sum­mons I can hear;

I must meet the migh­ty God

I must face His ho­ly Word

I must stand be­fore the judg­ment bar.

Oh

my re­cord will be there

Be its pag­es dark or fair

When I stand be­fore the judg­ment bar.

When the books shall op­en be

In that morn­ing by and by

Oh

my re­cord

oh

my re­cord will be there.

I must meet each brok­en vow

That I hold so light­ly now

Every heart­ache I have caused

Each sigh

each tear;

Things that time can­not erase

I must meet them face to face

When I stand be­fore the judg­ment bar.

Every sec­ret lust and thought

There shall be to judg­ment brought

When the Lord in all His glo­ry shall ap­pear;

All the deeds of dark­est night

Shall come out to greet the light

When I stand be­fore the judg­ment bar.

I must meet my can­kered gold

For whose greed my life was sold

It shall mock me in the judg­ment’s lur­id glare;

Saying we have sold for naught

All the Sav­ior’s blood has bought

You must stand be­fore the judg­ment bar.

Let me turn and seek the Lord

Let me trust His ho­ly Word

Let me bow and call up­on Him while He’s near;

Then when I my re­cord face

He will an­swer in my place

When I stand be­fore the judg­ment bar.