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 Heaven shalt thou appear.