Hark! An Awful Voice Is Sounding

Hark! an aw­ful voice is sound­ing;

Christ is nigh! it seems to say

Cast away the dreams of dark­ness

O ye child­ren of the day!

Startled by the so­lemn warn­ing

Let the earth­bound soul arise;

Christ

her Sun

all sloth dis­pell­ing

Shines up­on the morn­ing skies.

Lo! the Lamb

so long ex­pect­ed

Comes with par­don down from Heav’n;

Let us haste

with tears of sor­row

One and all to be for­giv­en.

So

when next He comes in glo­ry

Wrapping all the world in fear

May He then as our de­fend­er

On the clouds of Heav’n ap­pear.

Honor

glo­ry

vir­tue

mer­it

To the Fa­ther and the Son

With the ev­er­last­ing Spir­it

While eter­nal ag­es run.