Joel 1:8-20

• [Joe 1:15] Break, Day Of God, Oh Break

  Break, day of God, Oh break, Sweet light of heavenly skies! I all for Thee forsake, And from my dead self rise; O Lamb of God, whose love is light, Shine on my soul, and all is bright. Break, day of God, Oh break! The night has lingered long; Our hearts with sighing wake, We weep for sin and wrong: O Bright and Morning Star, draw near; O Sun of Righteousness, appear. Break, day of God, Oh break! The earth with strife is worn; The hills with thunder shake, Hearts of the people mourn; Break, day of God, sweet day of peace, And bid the shout of warriors cease! Break, day of God, Oh break, Like to the days above! Let purity awake, And faith, and hope, and love: But lo! we see the brightening sky; The golden morn is drawing nigh.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Joe 1:15] Day Of The Lord Is At Hand, The

  The day of the Lord is at hand, at hand; Its storms roll up the sky; The nations sleep starving on heaps of gold; All dreamers toss and sigh; The night is darkest before the morn; When the pain is sorest the child is born, And the day of the Lord is at hand, at hand, The day of the Lord is at hand. Who would sit down and sigh for a lost age of gold, While the Lord of all ages is here? True hearts will leap at the trumpet of God, And those who can suffer can dare. Each old age of gold was an iron age, too, And the meekest of saints may find stern work to do In the day of the Lord at hand, at hand, In the day of the Lord at hand.

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  source: Cyberhymnal