In a day that is not far,
At the blaz­ing judg­ment bar,
Even now the aw­ful sum­mons I can hear;
I must meet the migh­ty God,
I must face His ho­ly Word,
I must stand be­fore the judg­ment bar.

Refrain

Oh, my re­cord will be there,
Be its pag­es dark or fair,
When I stand be­fore the judg­ment bar.
When the books shall op­en be,
In that morn­ing by and by,
Oh, my re­cord, oh, my re­cord will be there.

I must meet each brok­en vow,
That I hold so light­ly now,
Every heart­ache I have caused,
Each sigh, each tear;
Things that time can­not erase,
I must meet them face to face,
When I stand be­fore the judg­ment bar.

Refrain

Every sec­ret lust and thought
There shall be to judg­ment brought,
When the Lord in all His glo­ry shall ap­pear;
All the deeds of dark­est night
Shall come out to greet the light,
When I stand be­fore the judg­ment bar.

Refrain

I must meet my can­kered gold,
For whose greed my life was sold,
It shall mock me in the judg­ment’s lur­id glare;
Saying we have sold for naught,
All the Sav­ior’s blood has bought,
You must stand be­fore the judg­ment bar.

Refrain

Let me turn and seek the Lord,
Let me trust His ho­ly Word,
Let me bow and call up­on Him while He’s near;
Then when I my re­cord face,
He will an­swer in my place
When I stand be­fore the judg­ment bar.

Refrain