IV.
The gloomy night is far advanced,
The day now draweth nigh;
Then, Lord, do Thou make haste to save,
Oh! hear Thy servants cry.
And when the crimson streaks of morn
Foretell the coming day,
Arise, Oh Gracious Lord! and help
Thine own elect, we pray.
And when the dreadful trumpet far
Though Heaven and Earth shall sound,
All rising from their open'd graves
From death shall be unbound;
Save us, we pray, in that dread time
When all things pass away,
When Heaven and Earth, renewed by Thee
Shall never more decay.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Be honour, glory, praise,
From men, and saints in Paradise,
Blent with sweet Angels' lays.