1 Heavy clouds are gathering fast,
Tokens of destruction sure;
Sinner, now before the blast,
Seek a shelter to secure.
2 Thousand voices from afar,
Warn thee of thy coming fate:
Careless sinner, now beware!
Haste thee, ere it be too late!
3 Crimes in every shape increase;
Judgments stalk throughout the land;
Signs are borne on every breeze,
That destruction is at hand.
4 Darker clouds will soon arise,
Louder still the thunders roar,
Fiercer lightnings pierce the skies,
But the sinner's day is o'er.
Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #410