THAT awesome day will surely come, The appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test.
Thou source and focus of my joys, Thou sovereign of my heart! How could I bear to hear Thy voice Pronounce the word, ‘Depart’?
O wretched state of deep despair; To see my God remove, And fix my soul forever where I must not taste His love!
Tell me, Lord, that my worthless name Is graven on Thy hands; Show me some promise in Thy Word, Where my salvation stands!
Give me one kind, assuring word To calm my fears again; And cheerfully my soul shall wait Its threescore years and ten.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748