The ruin of the Antichrist. <br /> <br />Isa. 63:4-7. <br /> <br />"I lift my banner," saith the Lord, <br />"Where Antichrist has stood; <br />The city of my gospel foes <br />Shall be a field of blood. <br /> <br />"My heart has studied just revenge, <br />And now the day appears; <br />The day of my redeemed is come <br />To wipe away their tears. <br /> <br />"Quite weary is my patience grown, <br />And bids my fury go; <br />Swift as the lightning it shall move, <br />And be as fatal too. <br /> <br />"I call for helpers, but in vain; <br />Then has my gospel none? <br />Well, mine own arm has might enough <br />To crush my foes alone. <br /> <br />"Slaughter and my devouring sword <br />Shall walk the streets around, <br />Babel shall reel beneath my stroke, <br />And stagger to the ground." <br /> <br />Thy honors, O victorious King! <br />Thine own right hand shall raise, <br />While we thy awful vengeance sing, <br />And our deliv'rer praise.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-29/
