See how brown autumn spreads the field

Verse 1

See how brown autumn spreads the field; Mark how the whitening hills are turned; Behold them to the reapers yield, The wheat is saved, the tares are burned.

Verse 2

Thus the great Judge with glory crowned, Descends to reap the ripened earth; Angelic guards attend him down, The same who sang his humble birth.

Verse 3

In sounds of glory, hear him speak; "Go search around the flaming world, Haste, call my saints, to rise and take The seats from which their foes were hurled.

Verse 4

"Go burn the chaff in endless fire, In flames unquenched consume each tare; Sinners must feel my holy ire, And sink in guilt to deep despair."

Verse 5

Thus ends the harvest of the earth, Angels obey the awful voice: They save the wheat and burn the chaff, All heaven approves the sovereign choice.