128. What Then?

1 After the pleasures of life are o’er,
And you shall stand, face to the shore
Of the dim land of the evermore,
Careless soul, what then?
Careless soul, what then?
Careless soul, what then?
After the pleasures of life are o’er,
Careless soul, what then?

2 After the pulses shall cease to beat,
When at the throne of Lord you meet,
Waiting your doom at the judgment seat,
Careless soul, what then?
Careless soul, what then?
Careless soul, what then?
Waiting your doom at the judgment seat,
Careless soul, what then?

3 After your heart is hushed and still,
After the death-dews, damp and chill,
Over your frame of mortality thrill,
Careless soul, what then?
Careless soul, what then?
Careless soul, what then?
After your heart is hushed and still,
Careless soul, what then?

4 After the trumpet’s awful blast,
After the judgment shall be past,
When you have come to your doom at last,
Poor, lost soul, what then?
Poor, lost soul, what then?
Poor, lost soul, what then?
When you have come to your doom at last,
Poor, lost soul, what then?

Text Information
First Line: After the pleasures of life are o'er
Title: What Then?
Author: Elisha A. Hoffman
Language: English
Publication Date: 1917
Tune Information
Name: [After the pleasures of life are o'er]
Composer: W. S. Nickle



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