Dark brood the heavens o'er thee

Dark brood the heavens o'er thee!
Black clouds are gathering fast!
In awful power thy God has come,
Thy days of mirth are past.

Dark brood the heavens o'er thee!
Red flames are bursting round;
Bright lightnings flash, loud thunders roar,
How shakes the trembling ground!

Dark brood the heavens o'er thee!
Behold, the Judge appears;
Unnumbered millions throng around,
Raised from the dust of years.

Dark brood the heavens o'er thee!
Sinner, behold thy doom;
Destruction opens wide for thee
Thy chosen, final home.

Yet stay—the vision lingers;
Why, sinner, wilt thou die?
Dark brood the heav'ns, but mercy waits,
This hour to Jesus fly.