And Must I Be to Judgment Brought?

And must I be to judg­ment brought

And an­swer in that day

For ev­ery vain and idle thought

And ev­ery word I say?

Yes

ev­ery sec­ret of my heart

Shall short­ly be made known

And I re­ceive my just de­sert

For all that I have done.

How care­ful

then

ought I to live

With what re­li­gious fear!

Who such a strict ac­count must give

For my be­hav­ior here.

Thou aw­ful Judge of quick and dead

The watch­ful pow­er be­stow;

So shall I to my ways take heed

To all I speak or do.

If now Thou stand­est at the door

O let me feel Thee near

And make my peace with God

be­fore

I at Thy bar ap­pear.

My peace Thou hast al­rea­dy made

While hang­ing on the tree;

My sins He on Thy bo­dy laid

And pun­ished them in Thee.

Ah! might I

Lord

the vir­tue prove

Of Thine aton­ing blood

And know Thou ev­er liv­est ab­ove

My ad­vo­cate with God.

Receive the an­swer of Thy pray­er

The sense of sin for­giv’n

And fol­low Thee with lov­ing care

And go in peace to Heav’n.