The Judge at the Door
What would I do
If Christ should come, ere comes the morrow?
Would I pass to
The realms of light, all decked and bright,
Beyond the strife of mortal life,
And stand before my Judge in sorrow,
Mid heaven's blue?
How would I feel
If I should meet my Judge, my Saviour?
Would I there kneel
Before His face, in sad disgrace,
My life all spent, on pleasure bent,
And all my shameful past behaviour
Beyond repeal?
Robert Neighbour 1872 - 1945
What would I do
If Christ should come, ere comes the morrow?
Would I pass to
The realms of light, all decked and bright,
Beyond the strife of mortal life,
And stand before my Judge in sorrow,
Mid heaven's blue?
How would I feel
If I should meet my Judge, my Saviour?
Would I there kneel
Before His face, in sad disgrace,
My life all spent, on pleasure bent,
And all my shameful past behaviour
Beyond repeal?
Robert Neighbour 1872 - 1945
