Time’s sun is fast set­ting,
Its twi­light is nigh,
Its ev­en­ing is fall­ing
In cloud o’er the sky,
Its sha­dows are stretch­ing
In om­in­ous gloom;
Its mid­night ap­proach­es,
The mid­night of doom.

Refrain

Then haste, sin­ner, haste,
There is mer­cy for thee,
And wrath is pre­par­ing—
Flee, lin­ger­er, flee!

Rides forth the fierce tem­pest
On the wing of the cloud;
The moan of the night-blast
Is fit­ful and loud;
The mount­ains are heav­ing,
The for­ests are bowed,
The ocean is surg­ing,
Earth ga­thers its shroud.

Refrain

The vi­sion is near­ing—
The Judge and the throne!
The voice of the an­gel
Proclaims, It is done.
On the whirl of the tem­pest
Its rul­er shall come,
And the blaze of His glo­ry
Flash out from its gloom.

Refrain

With clouds He is com­ing!
His peo­ple shall sing,
With glad­ness they hail Him
Redeemer and King.
The ir­on rod wield­ing
The rod of His ire,
He com­eth to kin­dle
Earth’s last fa­tal fire!

Refrain