Hark! an aw­ful voice is sound­ing;
Christ is nigh! it seems to say,
Cast away the dreams of dark­ness,
O ye child­ren of the day!

Startled by the so­lemn warn­ing
Let the earth­bound soul arise;
Christ, her Sun, all sloth dis­pell­ing,
Shines up­on the morn­ing skies.

Lo! the Lamb, so long ex­pect­ed,
Comes with par­don down from Heav’n;
Let us haste, with tears of sor­row,
One and all to be for­giv­en.

So, when next He comes in glo­ry,
Wrapping all the world in fear,
May He then as our de­fend­er,
On the clouds of Heav’n ap­pear.

Honor, glo­ry, vir­tue, mer­it,
To the Fa­ther and the Son,
With the ev­er­last­ing Spi­rit,
While eter­nal ag­es run.