M0:|t:EWS 366 The world is very evil|a:Bernard of Cluny (1145); tr: John Mason Neale 1818-1866|h:PEARSALL Robert Lucas de Pearsall 1795-1856|c:D|m:4/4|r:LM|u:https://hymnary.org/hymn/CPWI2010/page/916
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E1:The world is ve_ry ev_il,/The times are wax_ing late;/Be so_ber and keep vi_gil,/The Judge is at the gate;/The Judge that comes in mer_cy,/The Judge that comes with might,/To ter_mi_nate the ev_il,/To di_ad_em the right.
E2:A_rise, ar_ise, good Chris_tian,/Let right to wrong suc_ceed;/Let pe_ni_ten_tial sor_row/To heav'n_ly glad_ness lead/To light that hath no eve_ning,/That knows no moon nor sun,/The light so new and gol_den,/The light that is but one.
E3:Brief life is here our por_tion;/Brief sor_row, short-_lived care;/The life that knows no end_ing,/The tear_less life, is there./O hap_py re_tri_bu_tion:/Short toil, et_er_nal rest;/For mor_tals and for sin_ners/A man_sion with the blest!
E4:And now we light the batt_le,/But then shall wear the crown/Of full and ev_er_last_ing/And pas_sion_less re_nown;/And now we watch and strug_gle,/And now we live in hope,/And Zi_on in her an_guish/With Ba_by_lon must cope.
E5:But He whom now we trust in/Shall then be seen and known;/And they that know and see Him/Shall have Him for their own./And there is Da_vid's foun_tain/And life in full_est glow;/And there the light is gol_den,/And milk and ho_ney flow.
E6:O home of fade_less splen_dor,/Of flow'rs that bear no thorn,/Where they shall dwell as chil_dren/Who here as ex_iles mourn./Midst pow'r that knows no li_mit,/Where know_ledge has no bound,/The be_a_ti_fic vi_sion/Shall glad the saints ar_ound.
E7:Je_ru_sa_lem the gol_den,/With milk and ho_ney blessed,/Be_neath thy con_temp_la_tion/Sink heart and voice op_pressed./I know not, O I know not,/What joys aw_ait us there,/What ra_dian_cy of glo_ry,/What bliss bey_ond com_pare./
