Fall of Babylon.—Rev. 18

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 ShinahThe 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.