When judg­ment day is draw­ing nigh,
Where shall I be?
When God the works of men shall try,
Where shall I be?
When east and west the fire shall roll,
Where shall I be?
How will it be with my poor soul:
Where shall I be?

Refrain

O where shall I be when the first trum­pet sounds,
O where shall I be when it sounds so loud?
When it sounds so loud as to wake up the dead?
O where shall I be when it sounds?

When wick­ed men His wrath shall see,
Where shall I be?
And to the rocks and mount­ains flee,
Where shall I be?
When hills and mount­ains flee away,
Where shall I be?
When all the works of man de­cay,
Where shall I be?

Refrain

When Heav’n and earth as some great scroll,
Where shall I be?
Shall from God’s an­gry pre­sence roll,
Where shall I be?
When all the saints re­deemed shall stand,
Where shall I be?
Forever blest at God’s right hand,
Where shall I be?

Refrain