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Yoel 1:15

• [Yl 1:15] Break, Day Of God, Oh Break

  Break, day of God, Oh break, Sweet light of heavenly skies! I all for Thee forsake, And from my dead self rise; O Lamb of God, whose love is light, Shine on my soul, and all is bright. Break, day of God, Oh break! The night has lingered long; Our hearts with sighing wake, We weep for sin and wrong: O Bright and Morning Star, draw near; O Sun of Righteousness, appear. Break, day of God, Oh break! The earth with strife is worn; The hills with thunder shake, Hearts of the people mourn; Break, day of God, sweet day of peace, And bid the shout of warriors cease! Break, day of God, Oh break, Like to the days above! Let purity awake, And faith, and hope, and love: But lo! we see the brightening sky; The golden morn is drawing nigh.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yl 1:15] Day Of The Lord Is At Hand, The

  The day of the Lord is at hand, at hand; Its storms roll up the sky; The nations sleep starving on heaps of gold; All dreamers toss and sigh; The night is darkest before the morn; When the pain is sorest the child is born, And the day of the Lord is at hand, at hand, The day of the Lord is at hand. Who would sit down and sigh 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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  source: Cyberhymnal

Yoel 2:1

• [Yl 2:1] Sound The Alarm!

  Sound the alarm! Let the watchman cry! “Up! for the day of the Lord is nigh; Who will escape from the wrath to come? Who have a place in the soul’s bright home?” Refrain Sound the alarm, watchman! Sound the alarm! For the Lord will come with a conqu’ring arm; And the hosts of sin, as their ranks advance, Shall wither and fall at His glance. Sound the alarm! Let the cry go forth, Swift as the wind, o’er the realms of earth; “Flee to the Rock where the soul may hide! Flee to the Rock! in its cleft abide!” Refrain Sound the alarm on the mountain’s brow! Plead with the lost by the wayside now: Warn them to come and the truth embrace; Urge them to come and be saved by grace. Refrain Sound the alarm in the youthful ear; Sound it aloud that the old may hear; Blow ye the trump while the day-beams last! Blow ye the trump till the light is past! Refrain

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Zefanya 1:14-18

• [Zef 1:14] The King Shall Come When Morning Dawns

  The King shall come when morning dawns, And light triumphant breaks; When beauty gilds the eastern hills, And life to joy awakes. Not as of old a little child To bear, and fight, and die, But crowned with glory like the sun That lights the morning sky. O brighter than the rising morn When He, victorious, rose, And left the lonesome place of death, Despite the rage of foes. O brighter than that glorious morn Shall this fair morning be, When Christ, our King, in beauty comes, And we His face shall see. The King shall come when morning dawns, And earth’s dark night is past; O haste the rising of that morn, The day that aye shall last. And let the endless bliss begin, By weary saints foretold, When right shall triumph over wrong, And truth shall be extolled. The King shall come when morning dawns, And light and beauty brings: Hail, Christ the Lord! Thy people pray, Come quickly, King of kings.

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• [Zef 1:15] Day Of Wrath, O Day Of Mourning

  Day of wrath, O day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophet’s warning, Heaven and earth in ashes burning. Oh, what fear man’s bosom rendeth When from Heav’n the Judge descendeth On Whose sentence all dependeth! Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth, Through earth’s sepulchers it ringeth, All before the throne it bringeth. Death is struck and nature quaking; All creation is awaking, To its Judge an answer making. Lo, the book, exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded; Thence shall judgment be awarded. When the Judge His seat attaineth And each hidden deed arraigneth, Nothing unavenged remaineth. What shall I, frail man, be pleading? Who for me be interceding When the just are mercy needing? King of majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity, then befriend us. Think, good Jesus, my salvation Caused Thy wondrous incarnation; Leave me not to reprobation! Faint and weary Thou hast sought me, On the cross of suffering bought me; Shall such grace be vainly brought me? Righteous Judge, for sin’s pollution Grant Thy gift of absolution Ere that day of retribution! Guilty, now I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning: Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning! From that sinful woman shriven, From the dying thief forgiven, Thou to me a hope hast given. Worthless are my prayers and sighing; Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying. With Thy favored sheep, oh, place me! Nor among the goats abase me, But to Thy right hand upraise me. While the wicked are confounded, Doomed to flames of woe unbounded, Call me, with Thy saints surrounded. Low I kneel with heart submission, See, like ashes, my contrition; Help me in my last condition! Day of sorrow, day of weeping, When, in dust no longer sleeping, Man awakes in Thy dread keeping! To the rest Thou didst prepare me On Thy cross; O Christ, upbear me! Spare, O God, in mercy spare me!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Zef 1:15] Day Of Wrath, O Dreadful Day!

  Day of wrath, O dreadful day! When this world shall pass away, And the heavens together roll, Shriveling like a parchèd scroll, Long foretold by saint and sage, David’s harp and sibyl’s page. Day of terror, day of doom, When at last the Judge shall come! Through the deep and silent gloom, Shrouding every human tomb, Shall the archangel’s trumpet tone Summon all before the throne. O just Judge, to whom belongs, Vengeance for all earthly wrongs, Grant forgiveness, Lord, at last, Ere the dread account be past; Lo, my sighs, my guilt, my shame! Spare me for Thine own great Name. Thou, who bad’st the sinner cease From her tears and go in peace, Thou, who to the dying thief Spakest pardon and relief, Thou, O Lord, to me hast given, E’en to me, the hope of Heaven.

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  source: Cyberhymnal