p. 1 | THE THREE MESSAGES by Cornelia Rice

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 27, 1860

THE THREE MESSAGES.

By Cornelia Rice

HARK! hear an angel's voice resounding through the air, How like the lion's roar, arousing from his lair, The sons of earth awake to hear, The day of wrath is drawing near, And soon the Saviour will appear, Upon a great white cloud.

One foot upon the land, one standing on the sea, He with uplifted hand, cries time no more shall be, But when the seventh trumpet blows, The mystery of God shall close, Then comes on earth the woe of woes, The unmixed wrath of God.

Another angel's cry is breaking on the ear, Though not with voice so loud, but yet distinctly clear, The fall of Babylon is come, She soon must meet her fearful doom; Come out from her, my children, come, Or perish in her fall.

And now the the third and last! He bids the nations hark! Woe to beast-worshipers, and all that bear his mark, He calls to all who think they are For Canaan bound, and almost there, To haste and for their King prepare, And keep God's holy law.

Longer and louder still the message seems to say, The man of Sin has thought to change God's holy day, And now the image-making power, Down in the very judgment hour, Will stoutly threaten to devour, The living saints of God.

But though in years gone by, the beast has held his sway, His power is broke and gone, he soon must pass away, The remnant flock, the faithful band, On Zion's mount will shortly stand, Crowns on their heads and in each hand, They'll bear the victor's palm. CORNELIA RICE. Folsomdale, N. Y.