The woful Harvest of the Wicked

THis World will quickly have an end,
That is the Harvest-day;
And Jesus will the Reapers send,
They come and shall not stay.

The Angels they the Reapers be,
The Wheat are God's Elect,
Which shall, Lord, gathered be to thee,
The Tares thou wilt reject:

The Tares are those vile wicked Men
Who do thy Saints annoy,
Which shall in Bundles bound be then,
That thou may'st them destroy;

And into Flames thou wilt them cast,
Their Worm shall never die;
The Fire too shall ever last
Ev'n to Eternity.

The false Professor will be found
Amongst the cursed Foe;
And with prophane Ones shall be bound,
And equal sorrow know.

But a bless'd day will be to those
Whose Hearts are found upright,
Who did in truth with Jesus close,
And serv'd him day and night.

They shall with thee in glory be,
Lord Christ when thou dost comes;
But Unbelievers shall from thee
Receive their final doom.