THE SOUNDING OF THE MESSAGE.
By Clyde Scott Chase
WITH a clear voice like a trumpet
Sounds the message from on high,
"Lo! the solemn judgment hour is at hand!"
Like a storm of wind and thunder,
O'er the world the tidings fly,
While commotion stirs the hearts of every land,
And the faithful ones of Jesus,
Sad of heart and dim of eye,
Seem to grasp anew His mighty, loving hand. Then—a whir of shining pinions,
And a radiance like the sun,
As a second angel to the earth descends
Lo! an exodus from Babylon
Where rules the evil one,
Whose kingdom soon must reach its fearful end;
While the glory of the Father,
And the glory of the Son,
Shines from the throne to light the paths of men. Now, a third and mighty angel,
Holding high God's sacred law,
Trails his robe of shining beauty o'er the east,
Utters loud his fearful warning,
All men's hearts and minds to draw
From the worship of their false and evil beast;
While the seal of God is blazoned
On the foreheads of His flock,
From the greatest and the strongest to the least. Ho, ye humble! heed the message,
That your soul with Christ may live.
Heed the last great warning message
That the Lord will ever give!
Lo! the promised morn is bright'ning;
Soon the Saviour will appear;
And His sickle like the lightning
Will entwine the harvest sear!
He who longs to reign with Jesus,
He who has an earnest ear,
Let him heed the last great message,
Let him hear!