For fear the hearts of men are failing,
For these are latter days we know.
The Great Depression now is spreading,
God's word declared it would be so.
I'm going where there's no depression,
To the lovely land that's free from care.
I'll leave this world of toil and trouble
My home's in Heaven, I'm going there.
In that bright land, there'll be no hunger
No orphan children crying for bread.
No weeping widows, toil or struggle,
No shrouds, no coffins, and no death.
The dark hour of midnight nearing
And tribulation time will come.
The storms will hurl the midnigth fears
And sweep lost millions to their doom.