A DAY of awful grandeur dawns

1A DAY of awful grandeur dawns, And lo! the Judge appears; Ye heavens, retire before his face; And make his advent known.

2The day approaches, O my soul, Like great decisive day; Which from the verge of mortal life Shall bear thee far away.

3Yet does one short, preparing hour— One precious hour—remain; Rouse, then, my soul, with all thy power, Nor let it pass in vain.