1 Mighty messengers are running,
Shouting, “Flee from Babel’s doom!
For her plagues are swiftly coming,
Her destruction will be soon.”

Refrain:
Oh, behold the angels flying,
Sounding loud the trump of God;
Gath’ring home the sons of Zion,
Sanctified in Jesus’ blood.

2 Popish reign of bloody terror
Passed around—an awful night—
Now the cloudy day of error
Breaks away in evening light. [Refrain]

3 Hark! the shouts of joyful freedom,
’Tis the captives coming home;
From each name of sect confusion,
Made complete in Christ alone. [Refrain]

4 Out of Sodom’s desolation,
Out of mystic Babel’s fog;
In the light of full salvation,
We are coming home to God. [Refrain]

5 Heaven’s truth on earth is telling,
Light is streaming from above;
Saints have found in God their dwelling,
Sweetly bound in perfect love. [Refrain]