1 And must I be to judgment brought,
And answer in that day
For ev'ry vain and idle thought,
And ev'ry word I say?
2 Yes, ev'ry secret of my heart
Shall shortly be made known,
And I receive my just desert,
For all that I have done.
3 How careful then ought I to live;
With what religious fear;
Who such a strict account must give
For my behaviour here!
4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead,
The watchful pow'r bestow!
So shall I to my ways take heed,
To all I speak or do.
5 If now thou "standest at the door,"
O let me feel thee near!
And make my peace with God, before
I at the thy bar appear.
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