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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 O, wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove
And fix my dreadful station where
I must not taste His love!
4 Jesus, I throw my arms around
And hang upon Thy breast:
Without one gracious smile from Thee
My spirit cannot rest.
5 O, tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on Thy hands;
Show me some promise in Thy book
Where my salvation stands.
Amen.
Source: African Methodist Episcopal Church Hymnal #474
First Line: | That awful day will surely come, The appointed hour makes haste |
Title: | That Awful Day Will Surely Come |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |