#721Even at the Door

The mo-ments haste a-way, The morn-ing star is ris-ing bright; The shad-ows flee a-way, The day is break-ing, glo-ri-ous day; Turn to the light, turn to the light, And come a-way.

The signs are thick a-round, The stars are fall-ing from the sky; The earth is break-ing up, The trump-et soon will sound on high; Come while you may, come while you may, And come a-way.

At the door, at the door, At the door, e-ven at the door; At the door, at the door, at the door, E-ven at the door; Be-hold He stands, be-hold He stands, E-ven at the door.