A day of awful grandeur dawns
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A day of awful grandeur dawns,And lo! the Judge appears;Ye heavens, retire before his face;And sink, ye darkened stars.
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The day approaches, O my soul,The great decisive dayWhich from the verge of mortal lifeShall bear thee far away.
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Yet does one short, preparing hour—One precious hour—remain;Rouse, then, my soul, with all thy power,Nor let it pass in vain.