Sunday Before Advent

The end of all things is at hand. We all Stand in the balance trembling as we stand; Or if not trembling, tottering to a fall. The end of all things is at hand.

O hearts of men, covet the unending land! O hearts of men, covet the musical, Sweet, never-ending waters of that strand! While Earth shows poor, a slippery rolling ball, And Hell looms vast, a gulf unplumbed, unspanned, And Heaven flings wide its gates to great and small, The end of all things is at hand.