When called to the judg­ment at last,
And life shall be fin­ished and past,
O what would my dread por­tion be,
Were no one there plead­ing for me?

Refrain

But I have an Ad­vo­cate plead­ing for me
Who bore all my sins, and who died on the tree,
And when I stand there, I will make but this plea:
That Je­sus will an­swer for me.

I know I am wor­thy to die,
My sins I can nev­er de­ny,
And at the great judg­ment I see
One hope for a sin­ner like me.

Refrain

The an­gels must cast me away,
In trem­bling and hope­less dis­may;
But Je­sus who died in my place
Will win for me par­don­ing grace.

Refrain