See, the Mighty Angel Flying
See, the mighty angel flying;
See, he speeds his way to earth
To proclaim the blessed gospel
And restore the ancient faith,
And restore, and restore the ancient faith.
Hear, O men, the proclamation;
Cease from vanity and strife.
Hasten to receive the gospel
And obey the words of life,
And obey, and obey the words of life.
Soon the earth will hear the warning;
Then the judgments will descend!
Oh, before the days of sorrow,
Make the Lord of Hosts your friend!
Make the Lord, make the Lord of Hosts your friend!
Then when dangers are around you
And the wicked are distressed,
You, with all the Saints of Zion,
Shall enjoy eternal rest,
Shall enjoy, shall enjoy eternal rest.
Text: Robert B. Thompson, 1811–1841
Music: Evan Stephens, 1854–1930