Certainty of Judgment. (1103) That awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before the Judge And pass the solemn test. 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, Thou Sovereign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the sound, "Depart!" 3 Oh, wretched state of deep despair, To see my God remove, And fix my dreadful station where I must not taste his love! 4 Oh, tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands; Show me some promise in thy book Where my salvation stands. Isaac Watts, 1707.
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