That Awful Day Will Surely Come

Verse 1

That awful day will surely come, Th’appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test.

Verse 2

Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, Thou Sovereign of my heart, How could I bear to hear Thy voice Pronounce the sound, "Depart!"

Verse 3

O, wretched state of deep despair, To see my God remove And fix my dreadful station where I must not taste His love!

Verse 4

Jesus, I throw my arms around And hang upon Thy breast: Without one gracious smile from Thee My spirit cannot rest.

Verse 5

O, tell me that my worthless name Is graven on Thy hands; Show me some promise in Thy book Where my salvation stands.

Verse 6

Amen.