In that dread day you then can stand,
Where rocks are rent, and solid land
And mountains shake, and cities fall;
I’ll be your strength, your God, your all.
From earth’s dread ruins you’ll be caught,
To God’s celestial city brought,
Robed in a pure and spotless dress,
The robe of Christ’s own righteousness.
Then every stain will be erased
From reputations now defaced;