THE OLD-THE NEW

'Tis at the first, 'tis at the last
The time of the transition.
We see the specter of the past,
With death's and glory's fusion.
The winds of strife, with terror's cry
Unseat the world's wide crown.
Clatter the battle stones from high,
Down, down!

'Tis at the first, 'tis at the last,
'Tis at the disappearing
Of error's chains and slavery,
With Christ's own kingdom nearing.
Soon all the elements of night
Shall be dissolved away,
And God shall send all needful light,
With glorious day.

'Tis at the first, 'tis at the last,
'Tis at the consummation,
When things foretold by prophets old
Stand at fulfillment's station
And when the trump of jubilee
With joyful note is blown,
Declaring all shall shortly see
Christ on his throne.

Walter Sargent

THE KINGS OF THE EAST
Rev. 16:12

The trumpet is sounding, the Jubilee trump.
The earth hath dispensed with despots and kings.
This trumpet demanding man's rights also brings
Distress and confusion -- this trump.

For the god of this world doth not readily yield
His usurp'ed throne over fallen mankind.
But his house is "divided" and soon he will find
To the bright shining light of the East he must yield.

For "the waters shall dry up, preparing the way"
For The Christ, designated, "The Kings of The East:"
Who shall make war upon the "false prophet" and beast"
And on Satan himself and on all of his way.

So the battle doth rage "twixt the right and the wrong,
Between error and truth between darkness and light.
But the outcome is certain for truth and for right,
For God's "Kings of The East," are both mighty and strong.

Martin C. Mitchell