1 Come, O my chosen people come,
Far from the evil world retire,
Wise to escape th’impending doom,
The weight of Heaven’s vindictive ire.
2 Enter into thy secret place,
With silent awe thy God adore,
Hide thee for one short moment’s space,
And rest till all the wrath be o’er.
3 For lo! the Lord from Heaven comes down,
Vengeance on sinful man to take;
The world shall tremble at His frown,
The earth shall to her center quake.
4 The earth shall at His word her blood
Disclose, nor longer hide her slain;
The dead shall rise to meet their God,
And sink into eternal pain.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11478
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|The Cyber Hymnal #11478||Come, O My Chosen People, Come||Come, O my chosen people come||KING OF KINGS||Charles Wesley||LM||<cite>Hymns for Times of Trouble and Persecution</cite> by John and Charles Wesley (London: Strahan, 1744)|