1 See how brown autumn spreads the field;
Mark how the whitening hills are turned;
Behold them to the reapers yield,
The wheat is saved, the tares are burned.
2 Thus the great Judge with glory crowned,
Descends to reap the ripened earth;
Angelic guards attend him down,
The same who sang his humble birth.
3 In sounds of glory, hear him speak;
"Go search around the flaming world,
Haste, call my saints, to rise and take
The seats from which their foes were hurled.
4 "Go burn the chaff in endless fire,
In flames unquenched consume each tare;
Sinners must feel my holy ire,
And sink in guilt to deep despair."
5 Thus ends the harvest of the earth,
Angels obey the awful voice:
They save the wheat and burn the chaff,
All heaven approves the sovereign choice.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799