THE angel comes; he comes to reap

1THE angel comes; he comes to reap The harvest of the earth; And hear the cry of them, not weep Wide waves his flaming sword.

2And who are they in shining white, The fire of vengeance burns? Are they the 'whited sepulchres' Choked the fair corn around.

3Who are they the redeemed of every clime, God's treasure-house to fill? The wheat a hundredfold there, Amid surrounding ill.

4O King of mercy! grant us power, Thy fiery wrath to flee; In thy destroying angel's hour, Oh! gather us to thee.