A Dread and Solemn Hour

A dread and so­lemn hour

To us is draw­ing near;

When we be­fore the throne of God

All pre­sent shall ap­pear.

What an­swer shall we give

When God Him­self de­mands

The us­es of such times as these

In judg­ment at our hands?

And must we then con­fess

That all was spent in vain

The sea­sons that were once our own

But can­not be again?

This will be dark in­deed;

To re­gions of des­pair

Our own ne­glect will sink us down

To mourn for­ev­er there.