And must I be to judgment brought, And answer in that day, For every vain and idle thought, And every word I say? Yes, every secret of my heart, Shall shortly be made known, And I receive my just desert For all that I have done. How careful, then ought I to live, With what religious fear! Who such a strict account must give For my behavior here. Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, The watchful power bestow; So shall I to my ways take heed, To all I speak or do. If now Thou standest at the door, O let me feel Thee near, And make my peace with God, before I at Thy bar appear.