I saw [an] angel fly in the midst of heaven, having the everlasting gospel to preach unto them that dwell on the earth, and to every nation, and kindred, and tongue, and people, saying with a loud voice, Fear God, and give glory to Him; for the hour of His judgment is come: and worship Him that made heaven, and earth, and the sea, and the fountains of waters. And there followed another angel, saying, Babylon is fallen, is fallen, that great city, because she made all nations drink of the wine of the wrath of her fornication.@Revelation 14:6–8

Mrs. Vokes, 1797.

Wareham William Knapp, 1738 (🔊 pdf nwc).

William Knapp (1698–1768)

Proud Babylon yet waits her doom;
Nor can her tottering palace fall,
Till some blest messenger arise
The spacious heathen world to call.

And see the glorious time approach!
Behold the mighty angel fly,
The Gospel tidings to convey
To every land beneath the sky!

O see, on both the Indias coast,
And Africa’s unhappy shore,
The unlearned savages press to hear;
And hearing, wonder and adore.

See, while the joyful truth is told,
That Jesus left His throne in Heaven,
And suffered, died and rose again,
That guilty souls might be forgiven.

See what delight, unfelt before,
Beams in his fixed attentive eye;
And hear him ask, For wretched me,
Did this divine Redeemer die?

Ah! why have ye so long forborne
To tell such welcome news as this?
Go now, let every sinner hear,
And share in such exalted bliss.

The islands, waiting for His law,
With rapture greet the sacred sound;
And, taught the Saviour’s precious name,
Cast all their idols to the ground.

Now, Babylon, thy hour is come,
Thy cursed foundation shall give way,
And thine eternal overthrow
The triumphs of the cross display.