The judgement day is drawing nigh Where shall I be When God the work of men shall try Where shall I be
When east and west the fire will roll Where shall I be How will it be with my poor soul Where shall I be
Oh, where shall I be When the first trumpet sounds Oh, where shall I be When it sounds so loud When it sounds so loud as to wake up the dead Oh, 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 And all the work of men decay Where shall I be
Oh, where shall I be When the first trumpet sounds Oh, where shall I be When it sounds so loud When it sounds so loud as to wake up the dead Oh, where shall I be when it sounds
When the savior reigns from shore to shore Where shall I be From God's angry presence thrown Where shall I be
Well, I'll be sleeping in my grave When the first trumpet sounds I'll be sleeping in my grave When it sounds so loud When it sounds so loud as to wake up the dead I'll be sleeping in my grave when it sounds
Oh, I'll be sleeping in my grave When the first trumpet sounds I'll be sleeping in my grave When it sounds so loud When it sounds so loud as to wake up the dead I'll be sleeping in my grave when it sounds.