Hymn 128

1HEAVY clouds are gathering fast,
Tokens of destruction sure ;
Sinner, how before the blast
Seek a shelter to endure.

2Hear you not the distant sound
Of the thunder murmuring low ?
Little time, are the lightenings around
Shall fall to strike the blow.

3Thousand voices from afar,
Tell of coming swift destruction ;
Careless sinner, now beware,
Haste thee, e'er it be too late.

4Omens in every shape increase ;
Judgments thicken round the land ;
Signs are borne on every breeze ;
That destruction is at hand.

5Darker clouds will soon arise,
Louder still the thunders roar ;
Fiercer lightnings pierce the skies—
But the sinner's day is o'er.