In the aw­ful day that’s com­ing,
When Hea­ven’s trump shall sound,
And call the world to judg­ment,
Oh, where shall we be found?
Shall we cry for rocks and mount­ains
To hide us in that day,
From Him who comes in glo­ry,
With all His bright ar­ray?

The Lord is com­ing short­ly,
According to His word,
Taking ven­geance on the wick­ed,
And them that know not God:
Oh, who shall then be able
In that aw­ful day to stand?
Thou shalt be no long­er stew­ard,
Will be the stern com­mand.

Shall we begin to trem­ble,
While look­ing on that sight,
And take our march in ang­uish,
Down to eter­nal night?
Oh, what an aw­ful pic­ture!
To some it will come true;
And oh, my bro­ther, sis­ter,
Shall it be I or you?

Oh, souls, be up and do­ing,
We have no time to lose;
There’s life and death be­fore us—
Oh, which one will you choose?
Then let us all take warn­ing,
And heed the Sav­ior’s call,
Be robed in white adorn­ing,
Then we’ll be rea­dy, all.