Udgorn Seion, 1852:354-55
blessed time is drawing nigh,
will soon reign
sea to sea, in everlasting peace,
the rising to the setting of the sun.
stone cut without hands,
the mighty kingdom will soon come;
idol and its great glory,
be ground like dust to the ground.
the traditions of the world now,
the refuge of the great deceit of the enemy,
day of persecution has come for them,
dare not hide anywhere.
distant isles will come before long
possess and embrace the truth;
the deceit of places across the earth,
expanded the day of the heavenly dawn.
the light of day from yonder east,
stronger and stronger in its radiance;
the coming of the Son of Man—amen, says my dear soul,
in the same way.
come, blessed day,
set free the beloved of God;
brilliance of thy swift coming
cause my heart to rejoice.
thrones of the world falling before them;
and oppression will be no more,
the children of captivity will be set free.
the kingdoms of this earth,
proud crowns of the whole world,
empires, despite their size,
all come into the possession of the saints.
saints will be free from the great affliction,
one will be seen weeping now;
sighs are now songs,
their profound sorrow will turn to rejoicing.
groans of the saints, and all their grief,
be heard no more—all will be gone forever;
and earth will be glad,
the worlds will rejoice.