The gloomy night is far advanced,
⁠The day now draweth nigh;
Then, Lord, do Thou make haste to save,
⁠Oh! hear Thy servants cry.

And when the crimson streaks of morn
⁠Foretell the coming day,
Arise, Oh Gracious Lord! and help
⁠Thine own elect, we pray.

​And when the dreadful trumpet far
⁠Though Heaven and Earth shall sound,
All rising from their open'd graves
⁠From death shall be unbound;

Save us, we pray, in that dread time
⁠When all things pass away,
When Heaven and Earth, renewed by Thee
⁠Shall never more decay.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
⁠Be honour, glory, praise,
From men, and saints in Paradise,
⁠Blent with sweet Angels' lays.