The Night Cometh

Time’s sun is fast set­ting

Its twi­light is nigh

Its ev­en­ing is fall­ing

In cloud o’er the sky

Its sha­dows are stretch­ing

In om­in­ous gloom;

Its mid­night ap­proach­es

The mid­night of doom.

Then haste

sin­ner

haste

There is mer­cy for thee

And wrath is pre­par­ing—

Flee

lin­ger­er

flee!

Rides forth the fierce tem­pest

On the wing of the cloud;

The moan of the night-blast

Is fit­ful and loud;

The mount­ains are heav­ing

The for­ests are bowed

The ocean is surg­ing

Earth ga­thers its shroud.

The vi­sion is near­ing—

The Judge and the throne!

The voice of the an­gel

Proclaims

It is done.

On the whirl of the tem­pest

Its rul­er shall come

And the blaze of His glo­ry

Flash out from its gloom.

With clouds He is com­ing!

His peo­ple shall sing

With glad­ness they hail Him

Redeemer and King.

The ir­on rod wield­ing

The rod of His ire

He com­eth to kin­dle

Earth’s last fa­tal fire!