EN 1224 The Clouds of Judgment Gather
Ps.72.4
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The clouds of judgment gather,
The time is growing late;
Be sober and be watchful;
Our Judge is at the gate:
The Judge Who comes in mercy,
The Judge Who comes in might
To put an end to evil
And diadem the right.
2
Arise, O true disciples,
Let wrong give way to right,
And penitential shadow
To Jesus’ blessed light:
The light that has no evening,
That knows no moon or sun,
The light so new and golden,
The light that is but one.
3
The home of fadeless splendor,
Of blooms that bear no thorn,
Where they shall dwell as children
Who here as exiles mourn;
The peace of all the faithful,
The calm of all the blest,
Inviolate, unfading,
Divinest, sweetest, best.
4
Oh, happy, holy portion,
Relief for all distressed,
True vision of true beauty,
Refreshment for the blest!
Strive now to win that glory;
Toil now to gain that light;
Send hope ahead to grasp it,
Till hope be lost in sight.

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