Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1815
Compiler: John Thompson et al
Publisher/Printer: Looker and Wallace
First Line: That awful day will surely come
Topic: Judgement
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 215
Page Number: 190, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThat 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 Sov'reign 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 banish'd from my life,
Are 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.
Oh! tell me that my worthless name
I 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 three score years and ten.