1 An angel's voice now breaks upon the ear,
In solemn tones, a message loud and clear,
To every nation, kindred, people, tongue:
"Fear God and give him praise his judgment's come.
2 Another angel follows in the train;
Listen, O earth, and catch another strain:
Great Babylon is fallen in her pride;
Nations have shared her win her Lord denied.
3 Now the third angel lifts his voice, O, hark!
If any worship beast, or bear his mark,
The same, unmingled wrath shall surely drink,
And in the lake of fire at last shall sink.
4 Here is the patience of the saints who wait
Till Jesus comes and ends their mortal state;
They God's commandments keep, pure from above,
And faith of Jesus, in the bond of love.
|First Line:||An angel's voice now breaks upon the ear|
|Author:||R. F. Cottrell|
|Topic:||Miscellaneous: Old Melodies|
|Key:||F Major or modal|