When thy mor­tal life is fled,
When—the death shades o’er thee spread—
Thou has fin­ished earth’s ca­reer,
Sinner, where wilt thou ap­pear?

When the world has passed away,
When draws near the judg­ment day,
When the aw­ful trump shall sound,
Say, oh where wilt thou be found?

When the Judge des­cends in light,
Clothed in ma­jes­ty and might;
When the wick­ed quail with fear,
Where, oh where wilt thou ap­pear?

What shall soothe thy burst­ing heart,
When the saints and thou must part?
When the good with joy are crowned,
Sinner, where wilt thou be found?

While the Ho­ly Ghost is nigh,
Quickly to the Sav­ior fly;
Then shall peace thy spi­rit cheer,
Then in Heav’n shalt thou ap­pear.