Verse 1
Come, O my chosen people come,
Far from the evil world retire,
Wise to escape th’ impending doom,
The weight of heaven’s vindictive ire.
Verse 2
Enter into thy secret place,
With silent awe thy God adore,
Hide thee for one short moment’s space,
And rest till all the wrath be o’er.
Verse 3
For lo! The Lord from heaven comes down,
Vengeance on sinful man to take,
The world shall tremble at his frown,
The earth shall to her centre quake.
Verse 4
The earth shall at his word her blood
Disclose, nor longer hide her slain,
The dead shall rise to meet their God,
And sink into eternal pain.