Where Shall I Be?

When judgment day is drawing nigh,
where shall I be?
When God the works of men shall try,
where shall I be?
When east and west the fire shall roll,
where shall I be?
How will it be with my poor soul:
Where shall I be?

Chorus:
O where shall I be
when the first trumpet sounds,
O where shall I be
when it sounds so loud?
When it sounds so loud
as to wake up the dead?
O where shall I be
when it sounds?

When wicked men His wrath shall see,
where shall I be?
And to the rocks and mountains flee,
where shall I be?
When hills and mountains flee away,
where shall I be?
When all the works of man decay,
where shall I be?

When Heav'n and Earth as some great scroll,
where shall I be?
Shall from God's angry presence roll,
where shall I be?
When all the saints redeemed shall stand,
where shall I be?
Forever blest at God's right hand,
where shall I be?