The Great Battle for Truth

Behold

migh­ty an­gels are fly­ing

All chos­en and faith­ful and called;

To res­cue the dead and the dy­ing

In Ba­by­lon cag­es en­thralled.

The ran­somed are home­ward re­turn­ing

With joy ev­er­last­ing and songs

Long ag­es in Egypt so­journ­ing

Held bound in the fet­ters and thongs.

The ev­en­ing is light as the morn­ing

The clouds are all van­ished away;

The bride in white rai­ment ad­orn­ing

God’s rem­nant in bat­tle ar­ray.

The saints are now joy­ful in glo­ry

Rehearsing

again and again

The won­der­ful

won­der­ful sto­ry

The love of the Lamb that was slain.

The ar­mies of Heav’n are ad­vanc­ing

They follow the faith­ful and true

On fiery white hors­es they’re pranc­ing

The ar­mies of hell to sub­due.

The beast and his im­age are fight­ing

Defending their creeds and their cliques

Sectarian foes are unit­ing

Six hun­dred and six­ty and six.

While Je­sus

the bat­tle is wag­ing

’Gainst Ba­bel con­fu­sion and sin

And Sa­tan is foam­ing and rag­ing

Our Sav­ior is reign­ing with­in.

The wolf and the lamb and the li­on

Made one in the dear Sav­ior’s love

Are feed­ing to­ge­ther in Zi­on

As pure as in Heav­en ab­ove.

And when this great bat­tle is end­ed

When Je­sus shall come for His own

By my­ri­ads of an­gels at­tend­ed

We’ll meet ’round our Fa­ther’s white throne

And part nev­er­more

nev­er

nev­er;

With loved ones and saved ones we’ll sing

And praise Him for­ev­er and ev­er

Our Sav­ior

our God

and our king.