The Dreadful Day Is Come

The dread­ful day is come

To fix a na­tion’s doom!

Who

when God doth this

shall live

Stand before a right­eous God?

’Gainst the world and Sa­tan strive

Strive re­sist­ing un­to blood!

Well may our na­ture fear

The fie­ry tri­al near:

Who shall first his Lord be­tray?

Who his mas­ter shall de­ny?

Which of us shall fall away?

Is it

Sav­ior

is it I?

I shall

I sur­ely shall

Without Thy suc­cor

fall:

Lest

one mo­ment left alone

I shall make my ru­in sure

Shamefully my God dis­own

Thee

and all Thy saints ab­jure.

But Lord

I trust in Thee

Thou wilt not go from me;

Thee Thy pi­ty shall con­strain

Still with me

ev’n me

t’ab­ide;

Me

the weak­est child of man

Me for whom Thy pi­ty died.

O that I al­ways may

On Thee my spir­it stay!

Poor and needy as I am

Thou dost for my vile­ness care;

Thou hast called me by my name;

Thou wilt all my bur­dens bear.

Thou art the sin­ner’s friend

I on Thy love de­pend;

Help for all is laid on Thee;

Faith and hope in Thee I have:

As my day

my strength shall be

Thou shalt to the ut­most save.

Arm me with Thy great pow­er

And come the fie­ry hour!

Then I in Thy strength shall say

(Feeblest of Thy serv­ants I)

I

though all men fall away

I will nev­er Thee de­ny.

Ready

through grace

I am

To suf­fer for Thy name;

When Thou dost Thy­self be­stow

On so poor a worm as me

I shall then to pri­son go

Gladly go to death with Thee.