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