Signs of the last Day upon us

The Fourth Part.

THe Fig-Tree, Lord, does now put forth,
The Summer doth draw near,
The Sea doth roar, (as thy Word saith,)
And Men begin to fear.

The Winter certainly is gone,
The lovely Birds do sing;
The Spring is now a coming on,
Which lasting joy will bring.

The voice of the sweet Turtle too
Is heard in this our Land,
What clearer Signs, Lord, canst thou show
By thy own wondrous Hand,

Of thy approach and glor'ous reign
The Nations angry be;
Thy wrath is, come, their glory stain,
Thy Kingdom let us see.

The Ev'ning of a former day
Portends a dismal night,
But holy one; our Souls may say,
Our Ev'ning has some light.

Not light nor dark, this is the hour,
It's neither night nor day;
'Tis, 'tis the time of thy dread power,
O haste and come away.

The whole Creation sadly groans,
And utters its last cryes;
Poor Sion vents her piteous moans,
Whilst Tears fill each Saints Eyes.

O come, bless'd One, make no delay,
The Wicked do thee dare;
Come holy Jesus, come away!
Thine Arrows do not spare.

Shall Heaven give the long'd for Call,
That Earth beneath may quake,
That Romes high Towers down may fall
Now the dead Bones do shake.