Babylon Is Fallen (poem)

Hail the day so long expected,
Hail, the year of full release;
Zion’s walls are now erected,
And her watchmen publish peace;
In all countries and dominions
Hear the trumpet loudly roar:
Babylon is fallen, is fallen, is fallen,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.

Come my people and forsake her,
Cast away your slavish fears;
Hear the voice from heav’n proclaiming,
It’s the end of all her years.
Raise your voices, she is fallen,
Lift your banners up on high:
Babylon is fallen, is fallen, is fallen,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.

Now her plagues are surely coming,
And her merchants all shall mourn;
All their merchandise shall fail them,
With the fire it shall burn;
Cry aloud now, kings and nobles,
Priest and people, rich and poor:
Babylon is fallen, is fallen, is fallen,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.

All her merchants stand with wonder

What is this that comes to pass?

Murm'ring like the distant thunder,

Crying, Oh alas, alas.

Swell the sound, ye kings and nobles,

Priest and people, rich and poor:

Babylon is fallen, is fallen, is fallen,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.

Blow the trumpet in Mount Zion,
Christ will come the second time,
Ruling with a rod of iron,
All who now His foes combine.
Babel’s garments we’ve rejected,
And her mark of slavery:

Babylon is fallen, is fallen, is fallen,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.

-author unknown