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 cryin' for bread,
no weeping widows, toil or struggle,
no shrouds, no coffins, and no death.
This dark hour of midnight nearing,
tribulation time will come.
The storm will hurl the midnight fears,
and sweep lost millions to their doom.