| Song | Angels Gathering The Elect |
| Album | Good Old Christian Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | Daniel S. Warner |
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| Key | Meter: 8.7.8.7 D |
| Tags | Angels Gathering The Elect |
| Theme(s) | |
| Scripture Reference(s) | Revelation 18:1-4; Jeremiah 24:7 |
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Mighty Messengers Are Running,
Shouting, “Flee From Babel’s Doom!
For Her Plagues Are Swiftly Coming,
Her Destruction Will Be Soon.”
Oh, Behold The Angels Flying,
Sounding Loud The Trump Of God;
Gathering Home The Sons Of Zion,
Sanctified In Jesus’ Blood.
Popish Reign Of Bloody Terror
Passed Around-An Awful Night
Now The Cloudy Day Of Error
Breaks Away In Evening Light.
Hark! The Shouts Of Joyful Freedom,
‘Tis The Captives Coming Home;
From Each Name Of Sect Confusion,
Made Complete In Christ Alone.
Out Of Sodom’s Desolation,
Out Of Mystic Babel’s Fog;
In The Light Of Full Salvation,
We Are Coming Home To God.
Heaven’s Truth On Earth Is Telling,
Light Is Streaming From Above;
Saints Have Found In God Their Dwelling,
Sweetly Bound In Perfect Love.
