p. 1 | THE MESSAGES by L. M. GATES.

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 31, 1860

THE MESSAGES.

By L. M. GATES.

Lo! an angel loud proclaiming, To every nation, tongue and clime, Fear the Lord and give him glory, Here must end prophetic time.

Heed the everlasting gospel, For the judgment hour is come, Worship him who made the heaven, And escape the sinner's doom.

Next a second angel follows, Saying with a solemn voice, Babylon the great is fallen! Prophets of the Lord, rejoice.

Come ye out of her, my people, Nor her sins and plagues partake, Here is found the blood of martyrs, Who have suffered for my sake.

Last, a third and mighty angel Follows, with a warning loud, Just before Messiah's advent, With his sickle on the cloud.

And his solemn proclamation Is to all who will believe, Worship not the beast or image, Nor his mark or name receive.

Here's the patience of the remnant— This the test by which I try Who will keep all my commandments, Nor the faith of Christ deny. L. M. GATES. Trenton, Wis.