The Ruin of Antichrist

Verse 1

"I lift my banner," saith the Lord, "Where Antichrist has stood; The city of my gospel foes Shall be a field of blood.

Verse 2

"My heart has studied just revenge, And now the day appears; The day of my redeemed is come To wipe away their tears.

Verse 3

"Quite weary is my patience grown, And bids my fury go; Swift as the lightning it shall move, And be as fatal too.

Verse 4

"I call for helpers, but in vain; Then has my gospel none? Well, mine own arm has might enough To crush my foes alone.

Verse 5

"Slaughter and my devouring sword Shall walk the streets around, Babel shall reel beneath my stroke, And stagger to the ground."

Verse 6

Thy honors, O victorious King! Thine own right hand shall raise, While we thy awful vengeance sing, And our deliv'rer praise.