Parley P. Pratt,
The Millennium, and Other Poems
“ Men's hearts are failing them for fear; Redemption's drawing nigher. Earthquakes are bellowing 'neath the ground, And tempests through the air;— The trumpet's blast with fearful sound, Proclaims the alarm of war. The saints are scattered to and fro, Through all the earth abroad; The gospel trump again to blow, And then behold their God. Rejoice, ye servants of our God, Who to the end endure; Rejoice, for great is your reward, And your defence is sure. Although this body should be slain By cruel, wicked hands; I'll praise my God in higher strains, And on Mount Zion stand. ”
