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.
And Must I Be To Judgment Brought, And Must I Be To Judgment Brought, And Must I Be To Judgment Brought, And Must I Be To Judgment Brought