[BRO. WHITE: The following piece of poetry I copied from a book styled, "Universalism Against Itself." And believing it to correspond with the teachings of the Bible, I have selected it for the Review.
R. A. WORDEN.] OUR Saviour once more upon earth shall appear
In person as lit'ral as when he was here;
The clouds are his chariot, and glory his throne,
Whilst myriads of angels his majesty own. Ten thousand bright angels with him shall descend,
Their strains of hosannas the heavens shall rend;
Whilst those who once sang the glad song of his birth,
Shall gather his saints from the ends of the earth. The kingdom shall come and the graves shall give way,
And his saints be redeemed from their prison of clay;
For the trumpet shall sound and the dead shall come forth,
From the east, from the west, from the south, from the north. All the nations of men are before him conveyed,
His bar of tribunal in justice arrayed;
Each tongue shall confess, whilst the Judge on the throne,
Shall the wicked condemn, and acknowledge his own. Each eye shall behold him in awful attire,
The saints shall be glad and their Saviour admire;
While those who condemned him to die on the tree,
Shall wail, when that glorious Messiah they see. 'Twill comfort the saints to reflect on the day
When sorrow and sighing shall vanish away;
When they shall be crowned and ascend to the skies,
And all tears shall forever be wiped from their eyes. These bodies though vile shall be fashioned aright,
And robed in a costume of glory and light,
With songs of thanksgiving we'll rise in the air,
And go to the city our Lord did prepare. The works shall be burned and the elements melt,
And all through the earth shall God's judgments be felt.
While the heavens rolled up shall depart as a scroll,
And the stars in their regions of darkness shall roll. But lo, a new heavens and new earth shall be made,
All garnished with glory that never shall fade;
The redeemed shall rejoice in that blissful abode,
Where sorrow shall never their pleasure corrode. Unpolluted by sin and unhurt by disease,
With their ensign of triumph unfurled to the breeze,
A crown of bright glory they ever shall wear,
And palm-wreaths of honor triumphantly bear. A convoy of angels, and chariots of love,
Shall escort them safe home to that city above,
Transformed like their Saviour, secure from all pain,
In his glorified presence forever to reign. But the wicked shall sink into darkness and gloom,
Everlasting destruction—their sentence and doom;
From the presence of God and the Lamb they shall flee,
And the glory of Heaven they never shall see. The remedial kingdom shall come to an end,
And the scepter of pardon no longer extend;
Death, despoiled of his trophies, all vanquished shall
fall,
The saints saved in Heaven, and God all in all.