Dark brood the heavens over thee
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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.
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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!
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Dark brood the heavens over thee,Behold, the Judge of all appears;Unnumbered millions throng around,Raised from the buried dust of years.
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Dark brood the heavens over thee;Sinner, behold thy dreadful doom!Destruction opens wide for theeThy blindly chosen, final home.
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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.