Armageddon
The same words as 3 hymnals printed them. Pick two versions to see every change between them: words added, dropped or altered, and verses left out.
8 words changed · 5 stanzas only in Hymns for Second Advent Believers #25
Verse 1
HOSANNAH! Hark, the melody,
Strikes sweetly on my ravished ear;
The constellations make reply
In echoes from each distant sphere,
Till all the wide expansion rings
With "live forever, King of kings."
Verse 1
HOSANNAH! Hark, the melody,
Strikes sweetly on my ravish'd ear;
The constellations make reply
In echoes from each distant sphere,
Till all the wide expansion rings
With "live for ever, King of kings."
Verse 2
He comes! he comes! The heavens rond!
Floods clap your hands! Ye moun-tains, joy!
Forests in glad obeisance bend!
Earth, raise your hallelujahs high;
Let Zion wake the lofty strain–
"Live, King of kings! forever reign!"
Verse 2
He comes! Ho comes! The heavens rend!
Floods clap your hands! Ye
mountains joy!
Forests in glad obeisance bend!
Earth, raise your hallelujahs high;
Let Zion wake the lofty strain–
"Live, King of kings! For ever reign!"
Not in this version
Verse 3
Ripe is the vintage of the earth;
Its clustering grapes are round and full;
And vengeance, vengeance bursts to birth,
Sudden and irresistible!
Messiah comes to tread the plain,
The wine-press of the battle-plain.
Not in this version
Verse 4
The cry is up, the strife begun,
The struggle of the mighty ones;
And Armageddon's day comes on,
The carnival of slaughter's sons;
War lifts his helmet to his brow:
O God, protect thy people now!
Not in this version
Verse 5
Assemble quickly fowls of air!
Come to the supper of the Lord:
The great ones of the earth prepare
To reap the harvest of the sword;
And captains' flesh shall be your food,
And ye shall drink of heroes' blood.
Not in this version
Verse 6
Yea, come, O king, and take the spoil;
With thy confederates share the prey:
Ha! Ha! Death grins a ghastly smile;
The morning dawns–and where are they?
The flames, the flames, great Autocrat,
Spread o'er thee in Jehoshaphat.
Not in this version
Verse 7
The graves are cleav'd! the saints arise!
The resurrection of the just!
And now, unto their kindred skies,
Up leap the tenants of the dust!
They rise to meet their Lord in air,
And tune their hallelujahs there.