When judgment day is drawing night
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 roam
Where shall I be
And how will it be with my poor soul
Where shall I be