CCCXVII. The Day approaching, a Motive to Love and Worship.

THE Day approacheth, O my Soul,
The great decisive Day,
Which from the Verge of mortal Life
Shall bear thee far away.

Another Day more awful dawns;
And lo, the Judge appears;
Ye Heav'ns, retire before his Face,
And sink, ye darken'd Stars.

Yet does one short preparing Hour,
One precious Hour remain;
Rouse thee, my Soul, with all thy Pow'r,
Nor let it pass in vain.

With me my Brethren soon must die,
And at that Bar appear;
Now be our Intercourse improv'd
To mutual Comfort here.

For this, thy Temple, LORD, we throng;
For this, thy Board surround;
Here may our Service be approv'd,
And in thy Presence crown'd.