1 Brethren, the end is near,
Our Lord shall soon appear:
These the days of vengeance be,
Rumored ills the land distress;
Wars on wars ye hear and see,
Ushering in the Prince of Peace.

2 His judgments are abroad,
Forerunners of our God;
Nation against nation fights,
Kingdoms against kingdoms rise;
Signs above, and fearful sights,
Speak the anger of the skies.

3 The powers of Heaven He shakes;
Earth to her center quakes;
Famine shows her meager face;
Pestilence stalks close behind;
Woes surround the sinful race;
Wrath abides on all mankind.

4 The nations are distressed,
The wicked cannot rest;
No, in sin they sleep no more,
Tossed with sad perplexity;
Swell the waves, and work, and roar,
Men are like the troubled sea.

5 Terror their heart assails,
Their heart through terror fails;
Fails, o’erwhelmed with huge dismay,
Looking for the plagues to come,
Shrinking from their evil day,
Fainting at their instant doom.

6 But ye that fear the Lord,
Fear neither plague nor sword;
Jesus bids your care depart,
Ye in Jesus’ love are blest;
Sprinkled is your peaceful heart:
Now expect the perfect rest.

7 These threatening clouds look through,
Good they portend to you:
Lift your heads, with joy look up,
Find your full redemption near;
See your soul’s desire and hope,
See your glorious Lord appear.

8 His near approach ye know,
Treated like Him below;
This the Word that Jesus said,
Now your Master’s lot ye find,
Mocked, rejected and betrayed,
Hated now by all mankind.

9 In calm and quiet peace
Your patient souls possess;
God hath kept your innocence,
God shall still His own defend;
Rest in Him, your sure defense,
Suffer on, and wait the end.

10 His mercy’s wings are spread,
To guard your naked head;
None can hurt you now, or grieve,
Hated though ye be by all:
No, without your Savior’s leave,
Not one sacred hair shall fall.