170. The Night cometh

1 Awake, awake, my sluggish soul,
Awake, and view the setting sun;
See how the shades of death advance,
Ere half the task of life is done.

2 Death!--'tis an awful, solemn sound;
Oh, let it wake the slumb'ring ear!
Apace the dreadful conqueror comes,
With all his pale companions near.

3 Thy drowsy eyes will soon be clos'd,--
These friendly warnings heard no more;
Soon will the nighty Judge approach,
E'en now he stands before the door.

4 To-day attend his gracious voice;
This is the summons that he sends:
"Awake,--for on this transient hour
Thy long eternity depends."

Text Information
First Line: Awake, awake, my sluggish soul
Title: The Night cometh
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1845
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Topic: Holy Spirit: Gospel Call
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