Psalms 72:4

• [Psa 72:4] Clouds Of Judgment Gather, The

  The clouds of judgment gather, The time is growing late; Be sober and be watchful; Our Judge is at the gate: The Judge Who comes in mercy, The Judge Who comes in might To put an end to evil And diadem the right. Arise, O true disciples, Let wrong give way to right, And penitential shadow To Jesus’ blessèd light: The light that has no evening, That knows no moon or sun, The light so new and golden, The light that is but one. The home of fadeless splendor, Of blooms that bear no thorn, Where they shall dwell as children Who here as exiles mourn; The peace of all the faithful, The calm of all the blest, Inviolate, unfading, Divinest, sweetest, best. Oh, happy, holy portion, Relief for all distressed, True vision of true beauty, Refreshment for the blest! Strive now to win that glory; Toil now to gain that light; Send hope ahead to grasp it, Till hope be lost in sight.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 72:4] Judge Eternal, Throned In Splendor

  Judge eternal, throned in splendor, Lord of lords and King of kings, With Thy living fire of judgment Purge this land of bitter things; Solace all its wide dominion With the healing of Thy wings. Still the weary folk are pining For the hour that brings release; And the city’s crowded clangor Cries aloud for sin to cease. And the homesteads and the woodlands Plead in silence for their peace. Crown, O God, Thine own endeavor; Cleave our darkness with Thy sword; Feed the faint and hungry heathen With the richness of Thy Word; Cleanse the body of this nation Through the Gospel of the Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal