Then the truth, that Rome had shrouded,

Like a morning sun beclouded,

Rose superior to the gloom,

Lighting Error to her tomb,

Lighting Albion's sons to see

How the Truth could make them free.

And the glorious Reformation

Taught her sons their high vocation;
Gave them Freedom's flag unfurl'd,
Bade them wave it through the world,
Marsh'lling warriors near and far,
To the anti-Papal war;

Truth's eternal triumph leading,
Spite of burning and of bleeding,
Spite of faggot, fire, and tomb,
Crying still "No peace with Rome!"

Sing the glorious Reformation,
England's grand Regeneration;
Sing of gallant grace and truth,
Faithful age, and valiant youth,

In a mighty phalanx banded,

For the cause, that Rome had branded ;

Scatt'ring shackles to the wind,

Sounding forth the march of mind :
Giving mighty Mission birth,

To unchain a captive earth.

May the glorious Reformation
Prove a world's great denization!
May old England's mission be,
Making Popish bondmen free!

Light, and love, and life revealing,

From the Sun, with wings of healing;

Waging still the bloodless strife,

With the "Sword"-the "Word of Life"

Till the voice of every nation

Hails the glorious Reformation.

"COME OUT OF HER, MY PEOPLE!"

"Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues."-REV. xviii. 4.

“COME out of her, my people,”—come !— Her day is drawing nigh,

The shaken vial of her doom

Is ready for the sky.

Come out!-ere yet the fatal voice,

Descending from the throne,

Proclaims to every saint, "Rejoice!"
To Antichrist-" "Tis done!"*

"Come out of her, my people,"-come!-
Her sins have sealed her fate;†
Their scent invades Jehovah's home,
It mounts His throne of state:

And soon another smoke shall rise,
To disinfect their fume,

From Rome's unending sacrifice*

"Come out, my people,"-come!

Haste! haste!-the hours are flying fast, "Tis fearful to delay;

To-morrow, should "the stone" be cast,† Ye should have fled to-day;

On "MYSTERY"-on "BABYLON”—

The mighty crash will fall,

And, bringing down the wrath on one,
Will bring the wrath on all.

Oh! by the blood, that freely flow'd
On Calv'ry's crimson'd sod,

Be wise in time !-set out the road
From "Babylon" to GOD!

The path of martyrs quickly tread,
For quick shall be the doom;

"Full mixed her cup, the wine is red". "Come out, my people,"―come!

And

ye,

who bear a Christian name,

A Christian spirit boast,

Arouse ye from your sleep of shame,

Arouse at any cost!

Take up JEHOVAH's warning call

That owns "the wormwood and the gall"

"Come out, my people,"-come!