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THE NIGHT COMETH

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Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Apr 20, 1882

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 8, No. 16.

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THE NIGHT COMETH.

By Horatius Bonar

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. 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. Then haste, sinner, haste, there is mercy for thee, And wrath is preparing—flee, lingerer, flee!
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 its glory, Flash out from its gloom. Then haste, sinner, haste, there is mercy for thee, And wrath is preparing—flee, lingerer, flee!
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. Then haste, sinner, haste, there is mercy for thee, And wrath is preparing—flee, lingerer, flee!
—Bonar.