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Hymn #837: That Awful Day Will Surely Come

Hymn #836 Hymn #838

Death, Resurrection, and Eternity

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837 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

That 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 Sovereign 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,

'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,

With most tormenting fear.

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.

O, tell me that my worthless name

Is graven on Thy hands!

Show me some promise in Thy book

Where my salvation stands!

Hymn #836 Hymn #838