The Day Approacheth

The day ap­proach­eth

O my soul

The great de­ci­sive day

Which from the verge of mor­tal life

Shall bear thee far away.

Another day more aw­ful dawns;

And lo

the Judge ap­pears;

Ye heav’ns

re­tire be­fore His face

And sink

ye dark­ened stars.

Yet does one short pre­par­ing hour

One pre­cious hour re­main;

Rouse thee

my soul

with all thy pow­er

Nor let it pass in vain.

With me my breth­ren soon must die

And at that bar ap­pear:

Now be our in­ter­course im­proved

To mu­tu­al com­fort there.

For this

Thy tem­ple

Lord

we throng;

For this

Thy board sur­round;

Here may our serv­ice be ap­proved

And in Thy pre­sence crowned.