It Comes, the Awful Hour

Verse 1

It comes, the awful hour, Of darkness and despair! I feel, I feel the tempter's power, And flee for aid to prayer.

Verse 2

Frail nature sinks space; My soul draws nigh the grave; Arise, Almighty God of grace, Arise to help and save.

Verse 3

Before Your feet I bow, Beneath Your wings I fly, All faint and desolate, but You, Will not disdain my cry.

Verse 4

Love is Your holy Name, The trembling sinner's plea; And love, eternally the same, Shall raise and rescue me.