The end of all things is at hand,
Sober, and watchful let us be,
And firm to our profession stand,
In faith and hope and charity.
Satan, our adversary knows
The limit of his lawless power,
Yet like a roaring lion goes
Forth, seeking whom he may devour.
The shield of faith then let us take;
From his assaults to guard our bearts,
And quench, though from the burning lake,
The force of all his fiery darts.
The gospel-hope be, too, our stay,
When doubt and unbelief prevail,
Our comfort in the evil day,
Our strength when flesh and spirit fail.
And charity, that bond of peace,
The source and soul of pure delights,
Sweet charity, that shall not cease,
But man with God, through Christ, unites:--
That holiest unction from above
Be shed on our affections here,
Till all are perfected in love,
And perfect love hath cast out fear.
Source: Sacred Poems and Hymns #221
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||First Line||Title||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|A Selection of Hymns and Poems, for the Use of Believers, Collected from Sundry Authors #D7||The end of all things is at hand||Man's chief end||1833|
|Sacred Poems and Hymns #221||The end of all things is at hand||The end of all things is at hand||James Montgomery||188.8.131.52||1854|