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THAT awesome day will surely come,
   The appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my Judge,
    And pass the solemn test.
 
2  Thou source and focus of my joys,
    Thou sovereign of my heart!
How could I bear to hear Thy voice
    Pronounce the word, ‘Depart’?
 
3  O wretched state of deep despair;
    To see my God remove,
And fix my soul forever where
    I must not taste His love!
 
4  Tell me, Lord, that my worthless name
    Is graven on Thy hands;
Show me some promise in Thy Word,
    Where my salvation stands!
 
5  Give me one kind, assuring word
    To calm my fears again;
And cheerfully my soul shall wait
    Its threescore years and ten.
 
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748