Now Let Us Sing the Coming Fate

1Now 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.

2Before him flows a fiery stream,
The heavens above with lightnings
gleam,
A thousand thunders roar;
A heavenly host with him descends,
His voice to all the earth extends,
His saints now grieve no more.

3Eclipsed by glory so divine,
Sun, moon, and stars refuse to shine,
The heavens a burning scroll;
The day is broke that has no night;
Earth, struck with horror at the sight,
Now quakes from pole to pole.

4Angels 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.