The Judgment Day (M. E. Smith)

The judg­ment day

Is com­ing to each soul;

Will grief be yours

While end­less ag­es roll?

Trust on

pray on

Thro’ sor­row’s dark­est hour;

Trust on

pray on

Fear not the tempt­er’s pow’r.

I’ve loved ones gone

To Heav­en’s land so fair;

When Je­sus calls

I’ll go to meet them there.

Our sins shall all

Tho’ now in gloom con­cealed

Be brought to light

When re­cords are re­vealed.

O Lord

may I

Be dressed in spot­less white

When I shall reach

That bless­èd land of light.

I want to walk

Within that nar­row way

And hear Well done

When comes the judg­ment day.