Hymnal: A Selection of Christian Hymns
Date: 1818
Compiler: Rice Haggard
Publisher/Printer: John Norvell
First Line: That awful day will surely come
Topic: Judgment
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 155
Page Number: 155, 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,
I would 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.
Oh! 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,
Here three score years and ten.