The ruin of Antichrist. Isa.63:4-7.
|I lift my banner,| saith the Lord,
|Where Antichrist has stood;
The city of my gospel foes
Shall be a field of blood.
|My heart has studied just revenge,
And now the day appears;
The day of my redeemed is come
To wipe away their tears.
|Quite weary is my patience grown,
And bids my fury go;
Swift as the lightning it shall move,
And be as fatal too.
|I call for helpers, but in vain;
Then has my gospel none?
Well, mine own arm has might enough
To crush my foes alone.
|Slaughter and my devouring sword
Shall walk the streets around,
Babel shall reel beneath my stroke,
And stagger to the ground.|
Thy honors, O victorious King!
Thine own right hand shall raise,
While we thy awful vengeance sing,
And our deliv'rer praise.