In that dim and awful day,
when this world shall pass away,
where shall be the sinner’s stay?
Miserere Domine!
[Not alone I then shall stand,
trembling ’mid the uncertain band,
who shall watch Thy dread right hand,
Miserere Domine!]
Not alone, but one with Thee,
in Thy true humanity,
Saviour, shall my portion be.
Miserere Domine!
[I should fear my soul to cast
on that shadowy realm so vast,
held I not Thy Manhood fast,
Miserere Domine!
Thine, by angel-hosts adored,
Thine, the all-creating Word,
Thine, the Church’s Head and Lord,
Miserere Domine!]
At that awful judgment-tide,
Rock of Ages, let me hide
deep within Thy wounded side.
Miserere Domine!
