The angel comes; he comes to reap
C. M.
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The angel comes; he comes to reapThe harvest of the Lord!O'er all the earth, with fatal sweep,Wide waves his flaming sword.
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And who are they, in sheaves, to bideThe fire of vengeance, bound?The tares, whose rank, luxuriant prideChokes the fair crop around.
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And who are they, reserved in storeGod's treasure-house to fill?The wheat, a hundred fold that boreAmid surrounding ill.
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O King of mercy! grant us powerThy fiery wrath to flee!In thy destroying angel's hour,O gather us to thee!