Ye Angels Put The Sickle In

Ye angels, put the sickle in,
The world is now mature in sin,
The press is full, the vats o’erflow;
The Lord’s decisive day is near,
And countless multitudes appear
Before His judgment seat below.

The sun shall set in endless night,
The moon and stars withdraw their light,
The shattered earth’s foundations groan,
The ruined heav’ns His wrath shall feel,
And nature’s last convulsions tell
That Israel’s strength remains alone!