| Song | Again The Church’s Year Hath Run |
| Album | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
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| Tags | Again The Church’s Year Hath Run |
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Again The Church’s Year Hath Run It’s Round,
Again Is Heard Afar Her Warning Cry,
Again The Echo Of The Trumpet-Sound,
To Men Proclaiming That The Lord Is Nigh.
The Night Of Human Life Is Well-Nigh Spent;
The Day-Star’s Streaming From The Eastern Sky,
The Herald Of The Coming Morning, Sent
To Tell To Fallen Man, The Lord Is Nigh.
Awake, Awake Then, Ye That Slumber Now;
Rise, Greet The Radiance Dawning From On High;
Cast Off The Works Of Darkness Here Below,
For Christ, The Light Of Light, The Lord Is Nigh.
Awake, Awake, And Walk As In The Day;
Awake, And Now No Longer Fear To Die,
For He Who Came The Sting To Take Away,
And Conquer Death, The Lord Of Life Is Nigh.
Awake, Awake, And With The Morning Light
Rise, Heavenward Looking With Unwavering Eye;
Rise, Put Your Armour On, And Fight The Fight,
As Those Who Know And Feel Their Lord Is Nigh.
Awake, Awake, Shake Off Your Earth-Born Sleep;
Awake, That When At Last Ye Come To Die,
Your Greatest Joy, When Friends Around You Weep
May Be To Find Your Lord, Your Saviour Nigh.
