Hark What A Sound And Too Divine

Hark, what a sound, and too divine for hearing, Stirs on the earth and trembles in the air! Is it the thunder of the Lord’s appearing? Is it the music of His people’s prayer?

Surely He cometh, and a thousand voices Shout to the saints and to the deaf and dumb; Surely He cometh, and the earth rejoices, Glad in His coming Who hath sworn, “I come.”

So even I, and with a pang more thrilling, So even I, and with a hope more sweet, Yearn for the sign, O Christ, of Thy fulfilling, Faint for the flaming of Thine advent feet.

This hath he done, and shall we not adore him? This shall he do, and can we still despair? Come, let us quickly fling ourselves before him, Cast at his feet the burden of our care.

Yea, through life, death, through sorrow and through sinning, He shall suffice me, for He hath sufficèd; Christ is the end, for Christ was the beginning, Christ the beginning, for the end is Christ.