The Clouds of Judgment Gather

The clouds of judg­ment ga­ther

The time is grow­ing late;

Be so­ber and be watch­ful;

Our Judge is at the gate:

The Judge who comes in mer­cy

The Judge who comes in might

To put an end to ev­il

And di­adem the right.

Arise

O true dis­ci­ples

Let wrong give way to right

And pe­ni­ten­tial sha­dow

To Je­sus’ bless­èd light:

The light that has no ev­en­ing

That knows no moon or sun

The light so new and gold­en

The light that is but one.

The home of fade­less splen­dor

Of blooms that bear no thorn

Where they shall dwell as child­ren

Who here as ex­iles mourn;

The peace of all the faith­ful

The calm of all the blest

Inviolate

un­fad­ing

Divinest

sweet­est

best.

Oh

hap­py

ho­ly por­tion

Relief for all dis­tressed

True vi­sion of true beau­ty

Refreshment for the blest!

Strive now to win that glo­ry;

Toil now to gain that light;

Send hope ahead to grasp it

Till hope be lost in sight.