502. The day approaches, O my soul!

1 The day approaches, O my soul!
The great decisive day,
Which from the verge of mortal life
Shall bear thee far away.

2 Another day more awful dawns,
And, lo, the Judge appears.
Ye heav'ns, retire before his face;
And sink, ye darken'd stars.

3 Yet does one short preparing hour,
One precious hour remain:
Rouse thee, my soul, with all thy pow'r,
Nor let it pass in vain.

4 With me, my brethren soon must die,
And at his bar appear:
Then be our intercourse improv'd
To mutual comfort here.

5 For this, thy temple, Lord! we throng:
For this, thy board surround.
Here may our service be approv'd,
And in thy presence crown'd.

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First Line: The day approaches, O my soul!
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1814
Topic: Judgment and the End of the World
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