Saints, Behold the Mighty Angel

Saints

be­hold the migh­ty an­gel

Standing on the earth and sea;

Lo

his hand he lifts to Heav­en

Swears that time no more shall be:

Awful mo­ment

Where shall now the sin­ner flee?

Short is time

e’en at the long­est

Man’s frail life is short­er still;

All his days are full of sor­row

That will soon their course ful­fill:

Happy mor­tal

Who per­forms his mak­er’s will.

May the aw­ful hour ap­proach­ing

Sink with­in my thought­less mind

So that when I hence am sum­moned

Cheerful I may feel re­signed:

At that mo­ment

Let me

Lord

Thy mer­cy find!