“Look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh”
Above the skies are dark;
Around the trees bend low;
A frightening storm about us;
Where can we go?
Shattered Christianity;
A restless world around;
Must we collapse and flounder,
Eyes on the ground?
We’re helpless on our own!
Take hold His nail-pierced hand
For ever-wise direction through
The darkening land.
Look up; look on; hold fast;
His promises are true:
“Behold I quickly come,” my child —
I come for you!
The streaks in stormy skies
Herald the morning star;
That final step to heaven and home
Cannot be far!
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