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Hymn: Come let us sing the coming fate (FL)

Hymnal: Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs

Date: 1843

Compiler: A Campbell/ W Scott/ B W Stone/ J T Johnson

Publisher/Printer: A Campbell

First Line: Come let us sing the coming fate

Topic: <no topic given>

Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>

Composer:

Meter: 8s and 6

Tune: Harmony

Hymn Number: Song 151 (part I)

Page Number: 223 (part I), click to see hymnal pages

Lyics

COME, let us sing the coming fate

Of mystic Babylon the Great-

Her doom is drawing near:

Jesus now comes on earth to reign,

His cause and people to maintain-

For them he'll soon appear.



Before him flows a fiery stream,

The heav'ns above with lightnings gleam,

A thousand thunders roar:

A heav'nly host with him descends,

His voice to all the earth extends,

His saints now grieve no more.



Eclips'd by glory so divine,

Sun, moon, and stars refuse to shine,

The spheres now cease to roll:

Earth, wrapt in darkness deep as night,

With horror stricken at the sight,

Now quakes from pole to pole.



Angels of light, at his command,

Ten thousand times ten thousand, stand

Waiting his voice to hear:

The fiery cherubs spread their wings,

The air with loud hosannas rings,

While all his saints draw near.



The day of recompense has come,

His people all are gath'ring home,

With joy they hear his voice:

The promis'd curse, the threaten'd woes,

Combin'd, now fall upon his foes,

The martyrs all rejoice.



She who the Twelve Apostles griev'd,

And by her sorceries deceiv'd

All nations of the world,

Now looks with anguish at their bliss,

Then sinks into the vast abyss,

To endless ruin hurl'd.



The living saints, and all the dead,

Now gather round their glorious head,

And reign with him below

An endless age of perfect peace,

Of love, and joy, and righteousness,

Exempt from every wo.



Then let us keep the end in view,

And ever on our way pursue,

The crown is yet before:

A few short days the conflict's done,

The battle's fought, the prize is won,

And we shall toil no more.