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.