Fall of Babylon.—Rev. 18

Hymns designed for the use of the Second Advent Band (N. Stevens and H. B. Skinner, 1843), printed pp. 30–31 (PDF 34–35). Words only: the hymnal prints no music. Starts on p. 30; stanzas 5–6 and the end of stanza 4 are on p. 31. Six unnumbered stanzas; only stanza 1 prints its closing refrain («Babylon is fallen…») in full; the others end «&c.». Not found in the Millennial Harp (1843).

Hail the day so long expected,
Hail the day of full release;
Zion's walls are now erected,
And her watchmen publish peace.
From the distant courts of Shinah
The shrill trumpets loudly roar,
Babylon is fallen, is fallen, is fallen;
Babylon is fallen, to rise no more.

Hark, and hear the people crying,
See the people disappear,
Trade and traffic all a dying,
So we sink and perish here;
Sailors that have bought her traffic,
Crying from the distant shore, &c.

All her merchants cry with wonder,
What is this that's come to pass?
Murmuring, like the distant thunder,
Crying out, Alas! Alas!
Swell the sound, ye Kings and nobles,
Priests and people, rich and poor—&c.

Lo her captains are returning,
Up to Zion, see them fly,
While the smoke of Babel burning,
Rolls across the darkened sky:
Now's the day of consummation,
She must fall to rise no more, &c.

Zion's children, raise your voices,
And the joyful news proclaim;
Now the heavenly host rejoices,
And re-echoes back the same;
See the ancients of the city,
Terrified at the uproar, &c.

Tune your harps, ye heavenly choir,
Shout ye followers of the Lamb,
See the city all on fire,
Clap your hands and blow the flame;
Now behold this awful kingdom,
All consuming in her gore, &c.