See the Gloomy Gathering Cloud

See the gloomy ga­ther­ing cloud

Hanging o’er a sin­ful land!

Sure the Lord pro­claims aloud

Times of trou­ble are at hand:

Happy they

who love His name!

They shall al­ways find Him near;

Though the earth were wrapped in flame

They have no just cause for fear.

Hark! His voice in ac­cents mild

O

how com­fort­ing and sweet!

Speaks to ev­ery hum­ble child

Pointing out a sure re­treat!

Come

and in My cham­bers hide

To My saints of old well known;

There you safe­ly may abide

Till the storm be ov­er­blown.

You have on­ly to re­pose

On My wis­dom

love

and care;

Where My wrath con­sumes my foes

Mercy shall My child­ren spare:

While they per­ish in the flood

You that bear My ho­ly mark

Sprinkled with aton­ing blood

Shall be safe with­in the ark.

Sinners

see the ark pre­pared!

Haste to en­ter while there’s room;

Though the Lord His arm has bared

Mercy still re­tards your doom:

Seek Him while there yet is hope

Ere the day of grace be past;

Lest in wrath He give you up

And this call should prove your last.