That awful day will surely come
C. M.
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That awful day will surely come,The approaching hour makes haste,When I must stand before my Judge,And pass the solemn test.
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Jesus, thou source of all my joys,Thou ruler of my heart,How could I bear to hear thy voicePronounce the sound, "Depart!"
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The thunder of that awful wordWould so torment my ear,'T would tear my soul asunder, Lord,With most tormenting fear.
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What, to be banished from my Lord,And yet forbid to die!To linger in eternal pain,And death forever fly!
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O wretched state of deep despair,To see my God remove,And fix my doleful station whereI must not taste his love!