EN 3235 That Awful Day Will Surely Come
Matt.25.41
Versi Version 1
1
That awful day will surely come,
Th’appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.
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!”
3
The thunder of that dismal word
Would so torment my ear,
’Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,
With most tormenting fear.
4
What! to be banished from my Life,
And yet forbid to die!
To linger in eternal pain,
Yet death forever fly!
5
O, wretched state of deep despair!
To see my God remove,
And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste His love.
6
Jesus, I throw my arms around,
And hang upon Thy breast;
Without a gracious smile from Thee
My spirit cannot rest.
7
O, tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on Thy hands;
Show me some promise in Thy book
Where my salvation stands!
8
Give me one kind assuring word
To sink my fears again,
And cheerfully my soul shall wait
Her threescore years and ten.

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