The ruin of Antichrist, Isa. 63. 4-7

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Source: Project Gutenberg #13341 Source URL: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/13341 Public domain basis: Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs (1707; 1818 Corrall printing in PG #13341). Author d. 1748. US public domain. Coverage: Complete individual poem extracted from parent edition watts-hymns-and-spiritual-songs at bytes 29293-30100; checksum e97e37659e5224ad5871cfb4a4cc02c6a36aa4b222503be97ab556e737acbb43.

# The ruin of Antichrist, Isa. 63. 4-7

The ruin of Antichrist, Isa. 63. 4-7

Hymn 1:29. The ruin of Antichrist, Isa. 63. 4-7.

1 "I lift my banners," saith the Lord, "Where Antichrist has stood, "The city of my gospel-foes "Shall be a field of blood.

2 "My heart has study'd just revenge, "And now the day appears, "The day of my redeem'd is come "To wipe away their tears.

3 "Quite weary is my patience grown, "And bids my fury go "Swift as the lightning it shall move, "And be as fatal too.

4 "I call for helpers but in vain: "Then has my gospel none? "Well, mine own arm has might enough "To crush my foes alone.

5 "Slaughter and my devouring sword "Shall walk the streets around, "Babel shall reel beneath my stroke, "And stagger to the ground."

6 Thy honours, O victorious King! Thine own right-hand shall raise, While we thy awful vengeance sing, And our deliverer praise.