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 proclaimingHis coming in the sky;And earth's eventful storyA 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 extendedThe vilest wretch would save;But O, if this be ended,You're lost beyond the grave.

Great Author of compassionRodeemer—Saviour—Friend—O, send to every nationThe knowledge of its end.Fly, fly on wings of morning,Ye who the truth can tell.And sound the awful warningTo rescue souls from hell.