THE JUDGMENT'S ROLLING ON.
THERE'S a sound of muttering thunder in the distant eastern sky,
And the flash of lurid lightning flits athwart the wondering eye,
And many a cheek grows pallid at the seer's warning cry,
The Judgment's rolling on. The plow has left the furrow to be molded into spears,
And the sword is wrought of pruning-hooks with strange portentous fears,
While many a watchman's crying, in these grand prophetic years,
The Judgment's rolling on. The wicked nations of the earth like drunken men shall reel,
’Mid the shock of marshalled armies and the clash of glittering steel,
And the cannon's mouth shall thunder out in wild terrific peal,
The Judgment's rolling on. “The whole creation travaileth and groaneth until now,”
As the myriads upon myriads to Apollyon's mandates bow,
But there's nothing that can hinder God's irrevocable vow.
The Judgment's rolling on. ’Tis “thus far, and no farther” that the wicked one can go,
With his sowing and his reaping in this fallen world of woe,
For Jehovah, whom we're trusting, is his all-avenging foe.
The Judgment's rolling on. The armies of the heavens on their steeds of spotless white,
With the “King of kings” for Captain, clothed in robes of living light,
Make haste their preparation for great Armageddon's fight.
The Judgment's rolling on. The heavens soon shall open for the coming of the Lord,
Ye can almost see the glory, O ye saints who trust his word;
Ye shall hide in his pavilion while the floods of wrath are poured.
The Judgment's rolling on. On the riven Mount of Olivet his burning feet shall stand,
With his enemies before him, gathered out of every land,
He shall scourge the wicked nations with his dreadful sword in hand.
The Judgment's rolling on. “Come ye blessed of my Father!” to the righteous he will say,
Ye shall wear the conqueror's diadem that fadeth not away,
And shall sit on thrones of glory bearing universal sway,
Forevermore, amen! —Sel.