And Must I Be To Judgment Brought

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.