How will my heart endure

How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day,
When earth and heaven, before the Judge,
Astonished, shrink away!

But ere that trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead,
Hark! from the gospel's cheering sound,
What joyful tidings spread!

Ye sinners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Fly to the shelter of the cross,
And find salvation there.

So shall that curse remove,
By which the Savior bled;
And the last awful day shall pour
His blessings on your head.