The Cyber Hymnal ‎#15825

15825. Dark Brood the Heav'ns O'er Thee

1 Dark brood the heav’ns o’er thee,
Black clouds are gath’ring fast;
In awful power thy God has come,
Thy days of mirth are past.

2 Dark brood the heav’ns o’er thee,
Red flames are bursting round;
Bright lightnings flash, loud thunders roar,
How shakes the trembling ground!

3 Dark brood the heav’ns o’er thee,
Behold, the Judge appears;
Unnumbered millions throng around,
Raised from the dust of years.

4 Dark brood the heav’ns o’er thee,
Soon thou wilt hear thy doom;
Destruction opens wide for thee,
Thy chosen, final home.

5 Yet wait, the vision stays;
Why sinner, wilt thou die?
Dark brood the heav’ns—but mercy waits;
This hour to Jesus fly!

Text Information

• First Line: Dark brood the heav’ns o’er thee
• Title: Dark Brood the Heav'ns O'er Thee
• Author: Samuel F. Smith
• Meter: S.M.
• Language: English
• Source: Sacred Lyrics by Nathan S. S. Beman (Boston: Perkins & Marvin, 1832)
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: ST. BRIDE
• Composer: Samuel Howard
• Meter: S.M.
• Key: g minor
• Copyright: Public Domain