That awful day will surely come

That awful day will surely come,
The approaching hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.

Jesus, thou source of all my joys,
Thou ruler of my heart,
How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the sound, "Depart!"

The thunder of that awful word
Would so torment my ear,
'T would tear my soul asunder, Lord,
With most tormenting fear.

What, to be banished from my Lord,
And yet forbid to die!
To linger in eternal pain,
And death forever fly!

O wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove,
And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste his love!