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1 Dark brood the heavens over thee,
Black clouds of gloom are gathering fast,
In awful power thy God has come,
Thy days of sin and mirth are past.
2 Dark brood the heavens over thee,
Red flames of death are bursting round;
Bright lightnings flash, loud thunders roar,
How shakes the heaving, broken ground!
3 Dark brood the heavens over thee,
Behold, the Judge of all appears;
Unnumbered millions throng around,
Raised from the buried dust of years.
4 Dark brood the heavens over thee;
Sinner, behold thy dreadful doom!
Destruction opens wide for thee
Thy blindly chosen, final home.
2 Yet stay, the vision lingers yet;
Why, sinner, O, why wilt thou die?
Dark brood the heavens, but mercy waits;
This hour to Christ, thy Saviour, fly.
Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #876
First Line: | Dark brood the heavens over thee |
Author: | Samuel Francis Smith |
Meter: | 6.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |