THE DAY DRAWS NIGH.
The day draws nigh when I must pass
Into the silent land;
In God's true balance to be weighed,
By His unerring hand.
Alone before His judgment seat,
Without a single plea,
But that the Lamb of Calvary
A ransom was for me.
Into the silent land;
In God's true balance to be weighed,
By His unerring hand.
Alone before His judgment seat,
Without a single plea,
But that the Lamb of Calvary
A ransom was for me.
In hopes and fears I trembling wait,
That summons from on high,
Which bids this world's vain glory fade,
Before my sightless eye.
When in the agony of death,
One gasp! and time is o'er;
My heart, so pierced with sorrow's sword,
Will feel those wounds no more.
That summons from on high,
Which bids this world's vain glory fade,
Before my sightless eye.
When in the agony of death,
One gasp! and time is o'er;
My heart, so pierced with sorrow's sword,
Will feel those wounds no more.
So I would leave this bleak, harsh world
Just at the dawn of day,
As emblem that my sorrows all
With earth have passed away—
And they who watch that gloomy night
In silence round my bed,
Will see the darkness lost in light,
And whisper, "She is dead."
Just at the dawn of day,
As emblem that my sorrows all
With earth have passed away—
And they who watch that gloomy night
In silence round my bed,
Will see the darkness lost in light,
And whisper, "She is dead."