God Is Sweeping Through The Nations
With An Awful, Searching Eye;
Every Spot Of Imperfection
Much Be Purged, Or Hope Must Die.

God Is Coming, O My Brother,
Can You Face The Solemn Day?
All The Pure His Angels Gather,
The Defiled Become A Prey.

Jesus Gave His Life To Purchase
For Himself A Spotless Bride
All Who Fear Him And Obey Him
Cleansed Beneath The Crimson Tide.

To Preserve Her Pure And Spotless
He Must Make A Sacrifice;
Give To Evil Spirits Supper,
All Who Give To Sin A Place.

See His Sword Is Bathed In Heaven,
And The Mountains Strewn With Dead;
All Ye Birds And Beasts Assemble,
Lo, A Feast For You Is Spread.

Hear The Angel Loudly Crying,
Standing In The Blazing Sun;
Wake, O Man, While Time Is Flying,
For The Judgment Has Begun.

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