Deep, dark shadows on the land,

Cut their swath cross the mass of men.

Those with blazing faces stand,

To worship Christ the Lord.

Night is nearing; shadows long.

Invisible to the wicked throng.

The righteous stand and sing their song:

“All glory to God and the lamb!”

Will be a dreadful day, I’m told,

When the world will loose its gripping hold.

Sending righteous souls to  their new home,

To reverence Christ the King.