When Thy Mortal Life Is Fled

When thy mor­tal life is fled

When—the death shades o’er thee spread—

Thou has fin­ished earth’s ca­reer

Sinner

where wilt thou ap­pear?

When the world has passed away

When draws near the judg­ment day

When the aw­ful trump shall sound

Say

oh where wilt thou be found?

When the Judge des­cends in light

Clothed in ma­jes­ty and might;

When the wick­ed quail with fear

Where

oh where wilt thou ap­pear?

What shall soothe thy burst­ing heart

When the saints and thou must part?

When the good with joy are crowned

Sinner

where wilt thou be found?

While the Ho­ly Ghost is nigh

Quickly to the Sav­ior fly;

Then shall peace thy spir­it cheer

Then in Heav’n shalt thou ap­pear.