Lord, Come Away!
Hand and foot are weary,
Brow and eye are weary,
Heart and soul are weary; —
Lord, Come away!
Years are swiftly flying,
Heaven and earth are sighing,
And thy Church is crying,
Lord, come away!
Broken lies creation,
Shaken earth's foundation,
Anchorless each nation; —
Lord, come away!
Kingly props all failing,
Boldest bosoms quailing,
Fear forlorn prevailing;
Lord, come away!
Thrones of ages shaking,
Bonds of empire breaking,
Sullen priesthoods quaking; —
Lord, come away!
Evil darkly reigneth,
Nought of love remaineth,
And thy Bride complaineth; —
Lord, come away!
Might the right is wronging,
Sworded millions thronging,
Earth's misrule prolonging; —
Lord, come away!
Lonely hearts are singing,
Loyal souls are clinging
To the light upspringing; —
Lord, come away!
Calm, mid night-winds blowing,
Long has faith been sowing,
See the life-seed growing; —
Lord, come away!
'Tis no time for sorrow,
See the glorious morrow,
Its gladness let us borrow; —
Lord, come away!
'Tis no time for dreaming,
See the day-spring's gleaming
Through the darkness streaming; —
Lord, come away!
Sounds the last long thunder,
Bursts the day of wonder,
Glory, gladness yonder; —
Lord, come away!
Brow and eye are weary,
Heart and soul are weary; —
Lord, Come away!
Years are swiftly flying,
Heaven and earth are sighing,
And thy Church is crying,
Lord, come away!
Broken lies creation,
Shaken earth's foundation,
Anchorless each nation; —
Lord, come away!
Kingly props all failing,
Boldest bosoms quailing,
Fear forlorn prevailing;
Lord, come away!
Thrones of ages shaking,
Bonds of empire breaking,
Sullen priesthoods quaking; —
Lord, come away!
Evil darkly reigneth,
Nought of love remaineth,
And thy Bride complaineth; —
Lord, come away!
Might the right is wronging,
Sworded millions thronging,
Earth's misrule prolonging; —
Lord, come away!
Lonely hearts are singing,
Loyal souls are clinging
To the light upspringing; —
Lord, come away!
Calm, mid night-winds blowing,
Long has faith been sowing,
See the life-seed growing; —
Lord, come away!
'Tis no time for sorrow,
See the glorious morrow,
Its gladness let us borrow; —
Lord, come away!
'Tis no time for dreaming,
See the day-spring's gleaming
Through the darkness streaming; —
Lord, come away!
Sounds the last long thunder,
Bursts the day of wonder,
Glory, gladness yonder; —
Lord, come away!
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