
1 The angel comes, he comes to reap
The harvest of the Lord!
O'er all the earth, with fatal sweep,
Wide waves his flaming sword.
2 And who are they, in sheaves to bide
The fire of vengeance bound?
The tares, whose rank luxuriant pride
Choked the fair crop around.
3 And who are they, reserved in store
God's treasure-house to fill?
The wheat, a hundred fold that bore
Amid surrounding ill.
4 O King of mercy! grant us power
Thy fiery wrath to flee!
In Thy destroying angel's hour,
O gather us to Thee!
Source: Church Book: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran congregations #567
First Line: | The angel comes, he comes to reap |
Author: | Henry Hart Milman |
Source: | Heber's Collection |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
The angel comes: he comes to reap. H. H. Milman. [Second Advent] First published in Bishop Heber's posthumous Hymns, &c, 1827, p. 40, in 4 stanzas of 4 lines, and again in Dean Milman's Selection of Psalms & Hymns, 1837. It is given in several modern hymnbooks, including Dale's English Hymn Book, 1874, and others.
-- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)