See how the scriptures are fulfilling,
Poor sinners are returning home,
The time the prophets were foretelling,
With signs and wonders now is come.
The gospel trumpets now are blowing
From sea to sea, from land to land;
God’s Holy Spirit down is pouring,
And Christians joining heart and hand.

Ten thousand fall before Jehovah,
For mercy, mercy, loud they cry,
They rise, all shouting hallelujah,
And glory be to God on high.
But heathens cry, it’s all disorder,
And disbelieve God’s holy word;
Yet Christians sing, and shout the louder,
All glory, glory to the Lord.

Oh sinners hear our invitation,
You are but feeble, dying worms;
Oh fly to Jesus for salvation,
Or you must meet God’s awful frown.
We warn you in the name of Jesus,
The awful Judge of quick and dead,
But if you still refuse to hear us,
Your blood shall be upon your head.

Now God is calling ev’ry nation,
The bond, the free, the rich the poor,
These are the days of visitation,
Sweet gospel grace will soon be o’er.
The Lord will come, all clothed in thunder,
And lightning streaming to and fro,
Oh, then He’ll cut His foes asunder,
And cast them with the damned below.

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