The Day of the Lord

Give ear

O earth

give ear!

Depths of the migh­ty sea!

Give ear

O man! Give ear

All ’neath the sun that be!

The day of wrath draws near

The dread­ful day of doom;

The sin­ner’s bit­ter day

It mak­eth haste to come.

Then shall these an­cient skies

Roll up and pass away;

The sun shall blush

and hide

Its face in dread dis­may.

The moon shall change and flee;

The noon grow dark as night;

The stars shall fall to earth

In wild and sore af­fright.

Alas! al­as! al­as!

To whom

in that great day

Shall the sad sin­ner flee

On whom for re­fuge stay?

Lost

lost

for ev­er lost!

Too late! too late! he cries;

Lost

lost

for ev­er lost!

The se­cond death he dies.

O Je­su

save and bless

O Son of God on high:

Then safe in Thee we live

And safe in Thee we die.

Safe to the ho­ly hills

Safe to the ci­ty blest;

Safe from the toil be­low

Thou lead­est to Thy rest.