Dark brood the heavens o'er thee
Hymn 78
1
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.
2
Dark brood the heavens o'er thee!
Red flames are bursting round;
Bright lightnings flash, loud thunders roar,
How shakes the trembling ground!
3
Dark brood the heavens o'er thee!
Behold, the Judge appears;
Unnumbered millions throng around,
Raised from the dust of years.
4
Dark brood the heavens o'er thee!
Sinner, behold thy doom;
Destruction opens wide for thee
Thy chosen, final home.
5
Yet stay—the vision lingers;
Why, sinner, wilt thou die?
Dark brood the heav'ns, but mercy waits,
This hour to Jesus fly.