Ye Angels, Put the Sickle In

Ye an­gels

put the sic­kle in

The world is now ma­ture in sin

The press is full

the vats o’er­flow;

The Lord’s de­cis­ive day is near

And count­less mul­ti­tudes ap­pear

Before His judg­ment seat be­low.

The sun shall set in end­less night

The moon and stars with­draw their light

The shat­tered earth’s foun­da­tions groan

The rui­ned heav’ns His wrath shall feel

And nat­ure’s last con­vul­sions tell

That Is­ra­el’s strength re­mains alone!