1 O Savior, awful was the word,
In Patmos’ island lone,
By Him in holy vision heard,
Thy own belovèd John.
2 "Behold! I come, I come with speed:
With Me is My reward;
And then of every man the meed
Shall with his work accord."
3 "Come then," from every faithful breast
The Holy Spirit cries;
And "Come!" in spotless raiment dressed,
The Church, Thy bride, replies.
4 O blest are they, whose bosoms share
The Spirit’s gifts serene:
Blest who the bridal garment wear,
That vesture white and clean.
5 Blest, who in Thy communion erst
Have loved, O Christ, to dwell;
Have freely drunk and slaked their thirst
From Thy enlivening well.
6 And when at length Thy warnings show
At hand the hour of doom,
Can meekly answer, "Even so,
Yea come, Lord Jesus, come!"
|First Line:||O Savior, awful was the word|
|Title:||O Savior, Awful Was The Word|
|Source:||Ancient Hymns from the Roman Breviary (London, J. G. & F. Rivington, 1837)|
|Notes:||Alternate tune: SIDON by William Crotch, SONG 67 by Orlando Gibbons|
|Composer:||James Walch (1860)|
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