Isaiah 26:20, 21

Come, O my chosen people, come,
Far from the evil world retire,
Wise to escape the' impending doom,
The weight of Heaven's vindictive ire.

Enter into thy secret place,
With silent awe thy God adore,
Hide thee for one short moment's space,
And rest till all the wrath be o'er.

For lo! the Lord from heaven comes down,
Vengeance on sinful man to take,
The world shall tremble at His frown,
The earth shall to her centre quake.

The earth shall at His word her blood
Disclose, nor longer hide her slain;
The dead shall rise to meet their God,
And sink into eternal pain.