HYMN 107. C. M

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.MIM 120.2

2 And who are they, in sheaves to bide
The fire of vengeance bound?
The tares, whose rank, luxuriant pride
Chokes the fair crop around.MIM 120.3

3 And who are they, reserved in store
God’s treasure-house to fill?
The wheat, a hundred fold that bore
Amid surrounding ill.MIM 120.4

4 O King of mercy! grant us power
Thy fiery wrath to flee!
In thy destroying angel’s hour,
O gather us to thee!MIM 120.5