That Awful Day Will Surely Come

That aw­ful day will sure­ly come

Th’ap­point­ed hour makes haste

When I must stand be­fore my judge

And pass the so­lemn test.

Thou love­ly chief of all my joys

Thou sov­er­eign of my heart

How could I bear to hear Thy voice

Pronounce the sound

De­part!

The thun­der of that dis­mal word

Would so tor­ment my ear

’Twould tear my soul asun­der

Lord

With most tor­ment­ing fear.

What! to be ban­ished from my Life

And yet for­bid to die!

To lin­ger in eter­nal pain

Yet death for­ev­er fly!

O

wretch­ed state of deep des­pair!

To see my God re­move

And fix my dole­ful sta­tion where

I must not taste His love.

Jesus! I throw my arms around

And hang up­on Thy breast;

Without a gra­cious smile from Thee

My spir­it can­not rest.

O

tell me that my worth­less name

Is grav­en on Thy hands;

Show me some pro­mise in Thy book

Where my sal­va­tion stands!

Give me one kind as­sur­ing word

To sink my fears again;

And cheer­ful­ly my soul shall wait

Her three­score years and ten.