Hymn of the Last Days

Help

migh­ty God!

The strong man bows him­self

The good and wise are few

The stand­ard-bear­ers faint

The ene­my pre­vails.

Help

God of might

In this Thy Church’s night!

Help

migh­ty God!

Evil is now our good

And er­ror is our truth

Darkness is now our light

Iniquity o’er­flows.

Help

God of might

Defend

de­fend the right!

Help

migh­ty God!

Men turn their ear away

From the great voice di­vine;

And each one seeks his own

Dark ora­cle of lies.

Help

God of might

The id­ols

Lord

af­fright!

Help

migh­ty God!

Men slight the grace di­vine

They mock the glo­ri­ous love;

And the great gift of God

Is as a thing of naught.

Help

God of might

The foe arise and smite!

Help

migh­ty God!

The blind now lead the blind

Man has be­come as God

The tree of know­ledge now

Bears its last

rip­est fruit!

Help

God of might

For us come forth and fight!

Help

migh­ty God!

The per­fect word of Heav­en

Is as the Si­byl’s scroll;

And the great mount of God

Is as Do­do­na’s shrine.

Help

God of might

And in the dark give light!

Help

migh­ty God!

The cross is grow­ing old

And the great se­pul­cher

Is but a He­brew tomb!

The Christ has died in vain!

Help

God of might

Else shall faith per­ish quite!

Help

migh­ty God!

The Christ of ag­es past

Is now the Christ no more!

Altar and fire are gone

The vic­tim but a dream!

Help

God of might

Put the fierce foe to flight!

Help

migh­ty God!

The world is wax­ing grey

And char­ity grows chill

And faith is at its ebb

And hope is wi­ther­ing!

Help

God of might

Appear in glo­ry bright!