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THE NIGHT COMETH.
The day of the Lord cometh, it is nigh at hand, a day
of darkness and of gloominess, a day of clouds and of thick
darkness, as the morning spread upon the mountains.
—Joel ii. 1. 2.
Time's sun is fast setting,
Its twilight is nigh,
Its evening is falling
In cloud o'er the sky,
Its shadows are stretching
In ominous gloom;
Its midnight approaches,—
The midnight of doom.
Then haste, sinner, haste, there is mercy for thee,
And wrath is preparing,—flee, lingerer, flee!
Its twilight is nigh,
Its evening is falling
In cloud o'er the sky,
Its shadows are stretching
In ominous gloom;
Its midnight approaches,—
The midnight of doom.
Then haste, sinner, haste, there is mercy for thee,
And wrath is preparing,—flee, lingerer, flee!
Rides forth the fierce tempest
On the wing of the cloud;
The moan of the night-blast
Is fitful and loud;
The mountains are heaving,
The forests are bow'd,
The ocean is surging,
Earth gathers its shroud.
Then haste, sinner, haste, there is mercy for thee,
And wrath is preparing,—flee, lingerer, flee!
On the wing of the cloud;
The moan of the night-blast
Is fitful and loud;
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The forests are bow'd,
The ocean is surging,
Earth gathers its shroud.
Then haste, sinner, haste, there is mercy for thee,
And wrath is preparing,—flee, lingerer, flee!
The vision is nearing—
The Judge and the throne!—
The voice of the Angel
Proclaims “It is done.”
On the whirl of the tempest
Its ruler shall come,
And the blaze of his glory
Flash out from its gloom,—
Then haste, sinner, haste, there is mercy for thee,
And wrath is preparing,—flee, lingerer, flee!
The Judge and the throne!—
The voice of the Angel
Proclaims “It is done.”
On the whirl of the tempest
Its ruler shall come,
And the blaze of his glory
Flash out from its gloom,—
Then haste, sinner, haste, there is mercy for thee,
And wrath is preparing,—flee, lingerer, flee!
With clouds He is coming!
His people shall sing,
With gladness they hail him
Redeemer and King.
The iron rod wielding
The rod of his ire,
He cometh to kindle
Earth's last fatal fire!
Then haste, sinner, haste, there is mercy for thee,
And wrath is preparing,—flee, lingerer, flee!
His people shall sing,
With gladness they hail him
Redeemer and King.
The iron rod wielding
The rod of his ire,
He cometh to kindle
Earth's last fatal fire!
Then haste, sinner, haste, there is mercy for thee,
And wrath is preparing,—flee, lingerer, flee!
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