1 Dark brood the heavens over thee,
Black clouds of gloom are gathering fast,
In awful power thy God has come,
Thy days of sin and mirth are past.

2 Dark brood the heavens over thee,
Red flames of death are bursting round;
Bright lightnings flash, loud thunders roar,
How shakes the heaving, broken ground!

3 Dark brood the heavens over thee,
Behold, the Judge of all appears;
Unnumbered millions throng around,
Raised from the buried dust of years.

4 Dark brood the heavens over thee;
Sinner, behold thy dreadful doom!
Destruction opens wide for thee
Thy blindly chosen, final home.

2 Yet stay, the vision lingers yet;
Why, sinner, O, why wilt thou die?
Dark brood the heavens, but mercy waits;
This hour to Christ, thy Saviour, fly.