Title of a hymn - for the day of the Lord is at hand
Title of a hymn - for the day of the Lord is at hand
What is the hymn that has a line "for the day of the Lord is at hand"?
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Re: Title of a hymn
Hi DeeM,
This Hymn is titled FOR THE DAY OF THE LORD IS AT HAND. Is this what you are looking for?
The day of the Lord is at hand, at hand;
The storms roll up the sky;
A nation sleeps starving on heaps of gold;
All dreamers toss and sigh;
When the pain is sorest, the child is born,
The night is darkest before the morn;
And the day of the Lord is at hand, at hand,
The day of the Lord is at hand.
Gather you, gather you, angels of God,
Chivalry, justice and truth;
Come, for the earth is grown coward and old;
Come down and renew us her youth!
Freedom, self-sacrifice, mercy and love,
Haste to the battlefield, stoop from above
For the day of the Lord is at hand, at hand,
The day of the Lord is at hand.
Gather you, gather you, hounds of hell
Famine, and plague and war;
Idleness, bigotry, cant and misrule,
Gather—and fall in the snare!
Hirelings and Mammonites, pedants and knaves,
Crawl to the battle, or sneak to your graves,
Now the day of the Lord is at hand,
The day of the Lord is at hand.
Who would sit down and whine for a lost age of gold,
While the Lord of all ages is here?
True hearts will leap at the trumpet of God,
And those who can suffer can dare.
Each old age of gold was an iron age, too,
And the meekest of saints may find stern work to do
In the day of the Lord at hand, at hand,
In the day of the Lord at hand.
This Hymn is titled FOR THE DAY OF THE LORD IS AT HAND. Is this what you are looking for?
The day of the Lord is at hand, at hand;
The storms roll up the sky;
A nation sleeps starving on heaps of gold;
All dreamers toss and sigh;
When the pain is sorest, the child is born,
The night is darkest before the morn;
And the day of the Lord is at hand, at hand,
The day of the Lord is at hand.
Gather you, gather you, angels of God,
Chivalry, justice and truth;
Come, for the earth is grown coward and old;
Come down and renew us her youth!
Freedom, self-sacrifice, mercy and love,
Haste to the battlefield, stoop from above
For the day of the Lord is at hand, at hand,
The day of the Lord is at hand.
Gather you, gather you, hounds of hell
Famine, and plague and war;
Idleness, bigotry, cant and misrule,
Gather—and fall in the snare!
Hirelings and Mammonites, pedants and knaves,
Crawl to the battle, or sneak to your graves,
Now the day of the Lord is at hand,
The day of the Lord is at hand.
Who would sit down and whine for a lost age of gold,
While the Lord of all ages is here?
True hearts will leap at the trumpet of God,
And those who can suffer can dare.
Each old age of gold was an iron age, too,
And the meekest of saints may find stern work to do
In the day of the Lord at hand, at hand,
In the day of the Lord at hand.
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