Where Should I Be, if God Should Say

Where should I be

if God should say

I must not live ano­ther day;

And send and take away my breath;

What is eter­ni­ty and death?

My body is of lit­tle worth

’Twould soon be min­gled with the earth;

For we were made of clay

and must

Again

at death

re­turn to dust.

But where my liv­ing soul would go

I do not

and I can­not know;

For none were e’er sent back to tell

The joys of Heav­en

or pains of hell.

Yet

Heav’n must be a world of bliss

Where God Him­self for ev­er is:

Where saints around His throne ad­ore

And nev­er sin or suf­fer more.

And hell’s a state of end­less woe

Where un­re­lent­ing sinners go;

Though none that seek the Sav­ior’s grace

Shall ev­er see that dread­ful place.

O! let me then at once ap­ply

To Him who did for sin­ners die;

And this shall be my great re­ward—

To dwell for ev­er with the Lord.