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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Third-day, February 18, 1868

FromReview and Herald, Vol. XXXI, No. 10

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AN OLD HYMN.

“Come out of her my people.” Rev. xviii, 4.
WHILE I was down in Egypt's land I heard my Saviour was at hand. The midnight cry was sounding, And I wanted to be free, So I left my scoffing brethren, To sound the Jubilee.
They said that I had better stay And go with them in their old way; But they scoffed at my Lord's coming, With them I could not agree, So I left their painted synagogues To sound the Jubilee.
'Twas thus I joined the Advent band, Though just come out from Egypt's land, They were on the road to Canaan, A blessed, praying company, And with them I am proclaiming That we're near the Jubilee.
They call us now a noisy crew, And say they hope we'll soon fall through; But we then were growing stronger, Both in love and unity, Since we'd left old mystic Babylon To sound the Jubilee.
We were then united in one band, Rejoicing Christ was just at hand, To reward his faithful children Who were glad their Lord to see. Bless the Lord, our souls are happy, Sounding forth the Jubilee.
Though opposition waxed strong, Yet now the battle won't be long; I've been through the fiery furnace, And no harm was done to me, I've come out with stronger witness That we're near the Jubilee.
If Satan comes to tempt our minds, We'll meet him with these blessed lines, Saying, Get behind me Satan, I'll have nought to do with thee; I've come out of Babylon, And I'll sound the Jubilee.
A little longer here below, And home to glory we shall go. I believe it; I believe it; Hallelujah, I am free From all sectarian prejudice To sound the Jubilee.
We'll soon remove to that blessed shore, And shout and sing forevermore, Where the wicked cannot enter To disturb our harmony; But we'll wear the crown of glory, With our king eternally.