When judgment day is drawing nigh

Where shall I be


When God the works of man shall try


Where shall I be




Oh where shall I be


When the last trumpet sounds

Where shall I be when it sounds so loud


When it sounds so loud


That it wakes up the dead

Where shall I be when it sounds





When east and west the fire shall roll

Where shall I be


And how will it be with my poor soul


Where shall I be