Your Great Deliverer's Nigh

The clouds at length are breaking,
The dawn will soon appear,
And “signs” there's no mistaking,
Proclaim Messiah near.
Awake, awake from sleeeping,
Attend the “Midnight cry,”
Ye saints refrain from weeping—
Your great Deliverer's nigh.

The morning light is beaming,
The “day-star” shines on high,
Christ's herald's are proclaiming
His coming in the sky;
And earth's eventful story
A few short months will tell,
The rightous rise to glory,
The wicked sink to hell.

Ye mortals take the warning,
Ten thousand calls invite:
Should you neglect the morning,
Then comes the doleful night.
Now mercy's hands extended
The vilest wretch would save;
But O, if this be ended,
You're lost beyond the grave.

Great Author of compassion
Rodeemer—Saviour—Friend—
O, send to every nation
The knowledge of its end.
Fly, fly on wings of morning,
Ye who the truth can tell.
And sound the awful warning
To rescue souls from hell.