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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 at hand.
Gather you, gather you, angels of God -- / Freedom, and Mercy, and Truth; / Come! for the Earth is grown coward and old, / Come down, and renew us her youth.