|Text:||Hark! A Thrilling Voice Is Sounding|
|Translator:||Edward Caswall, 1814-78|
|Composer:||William H. Monk, 1823-89|
1 Hark! A thrilling voice is sounding!
"Christ is near," we hear it say.
"Cast away the works of darkness,
All you children of the day!"
2 Startled at the solemn warning,
Let the earth-bound soul arise;
Christ, its sun, all sloth dispelling,
Shines upon the morning skies.
3 See, the Lamb, so long expected,
Comes with pardon down from heav'n.
Let us haste, with tears of sorrow,
One and all, to be forgiv'n:
4 So, when next He comes in glory
And the world is wrapped in fear,
He will shield us with His mercy
And with words of love draw near.
5 Honor, glory, might, dominion
to the Father and the Son
With the ever-living Spirit
While eternal ages run!
|First Line:||Hark! A thrilling voice is sounding!|
|Title:||Hark! A Thrilling Voice Is Sounding|
|Translator:||Edward Caswall, 1814-78 (alt.)|
|Source:||Latin, c. 5th-10th cent.|