By H. S. GURNEY.
Lo, an Angel _loud_ proclaiming,
With the gospel of good news;
To every kindred, tongue and people;
Fear the Lord, give glory due;
Proclamation,
Of the hour of judgment near.
Lo, another Angel follows,
With another solemn cry!
Babylon the _great_ is fallen,
Peals like thunder through the sky:
Let "Thy People,"
Now forsake her POIS’NOUS CREEDS.
Yet, a third and solemn message,
Now proclaims a _final doom_;
All who “worship _Beast_ or _Image_;”
Soon shall drink the wrath of God:
Without mixture,
Mercy, _now_ no longer pleads.
Here are they, who now are waiting,
And have patience to endure;
While the DRAGON’S _hosts_ are raging,
_Those_ confide in God secure:
Faith of Jesus;
And COMMANDMENTS, _keep_ them pure.
Hear a voice from heav’n proclaiming,
“Write” the message, “firm decree”:
Bless’d are they, who die in Jesus,
“From _henceforth_” forever be:
The _Spirit_ sanctions,
And the Saints ADORE HIS LAW.