THE BATTLE OF MAGOG by Phinehas Bailey

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · May 12, 1881

THE BATTLE OF MAGOG.

By Phinehas Bailey

HARK! all ye brave soldiers of Jesus Immanuel; The war-whoop of Satan distinctly I hear: Gird on the whole armor; behold the bright banner Of Jesus, our Captain and Saviour, is near.

The last dreadful battle of Magog is gathering; And Hell's broad battalions are mustering around; The church is divided; but few are decided; While preachers and people are proving unsound.

The ranks of opposers are rapidly filling With hypocrites, scoffers, and proud Pharisees. While Christians are sleeping, destruction is sweeping, And threatening all who are in Zion at ease.

Spread over wide regions, are Satan's black legions, The beast and false prophet are leading the van; Now joined is the battle, the war arms do rattle, While the blood of the martyrs is drenching the land.

The saints, in great numbers, now wake from their slumbers, And loudly lament for the witnesses slain; They call on the Saviour, implore his kind favor, The cause of his people and church to sustain.

Then swift and stupendous, with thunders tremendous, The Saviour is seen coming down from the skies; The foes are soon scattered, their bulwarks all shattered; The church now triumphant in grandeur will rise.

When earth shall be drained, the dragon fast chained, The beast and false prophet imprisoned in hell, No more shall deceivers seduce unbelievers Against the commandments of God to rebel.

—Rev. Phinehas Bailey, 1841.