God is sweeping through the nations
With an awful, searching eye;
Every spot of imperfection
Much be purged, or hope must die.
Refrain:
God is coming, O my brother,
Can you face the solemn day?
All the pure His angels gather,
The defiled become a prey.
Jesus gave His life to purchase
For Himself a spotless bride—
All who fear Him and obey Him
Cleansed beneath the crimson tide.
To preserve her pure and spotless
He must make a sacrifice;
Give to evil spirits supper,
All who give to sin a place.
See His sword is bathed in heaven,
And the mountains strewn with dead;
All ye birds and beasts assemble,
Lo, a feast for you is spread.
Hear the angel loudly crying,
Standing in the blazing sun;
Wake, O man, while time is flying,
For the judgment has begun.
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