Ye angels, put the sickle in

Verse 1
Ye angels, put the sickle in,
The world is now mature in sin,
The press is full, the fats [vats] o’erflow:
The Lord’s decisive day is near,
And countless multitudes appear
Before his judgment-seat below:

Verse 2
The sun shall set in endless night,
The moon and stars withdraw their light,
The shatter’d earth’s foundation groan,
The ruin’d heavens his wrath shall feel,
And nature’s last convulsions tell
That Israel’s strength remains alone!

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled “Put ye in the sickle, for the harvest is ripe.”—[Joel] iii. 13, &c. Introduced in Charles Wesley, Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures, Vol. 2 (Bristol: Farley, 1762). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 10 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 87.
Publishing: Public Domain