THE DAY AFTER ARMAGEDDON.

For the ruler of darkness,

The God of this world,

Had summoned his armies,

His banner unfurled.

As the storm-cloud it gathered,
As the lightning it sped;
As the mist it has vanished;-
All is still as the dead.

Like the desert at midnight,—
Not a breath nor a beam;

'Tis the silence of silence,
The dream of a dream.

Now, chains for the spoiler!
Dark and swift be his doom!

Thou hast trodden the nations,—
Thy treading is come!

Earth, cease now thy wailing,
Thy wounds bleed no more;
Lo, the curse is departing,
Thy sorrows are o'er !

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THE DAY AFTER ARMAGEDDON.

Rise, daughter of Judah;
Awake now and sing;

It has come, the glad kingdom,
He has come, the great King!

Thy long night is ending
Of sorrow and wrong;
For shame there is glory,
For weeping a song.

The new morn is dawning,

Bursts forth the new sun;

The new verdure is smiling,
The new age is begun.

REST YONDER.

THIS is not my place of resting,
Mine's a city yet to come;
Onwards to it I am hasting-
On to my eternal home.

In it all is light and glory,

O'er it shines a nightless day;

Every trace of sin's sad story,

All the curse, has passed away.

There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us, By the streams of life along;

On the freshest pastures feeds us,

Turns our sighing into song.

Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Soon we bid farewell to pain;

Never more be sad or weary,
Never, never sin again.