How sad will it be, in the Day of the Lord,
For those bound to earth, as with fetter and cord;
Whose range is confin’d to this globe and its girth,
Who’re strangers to heaven, and dwellers on earth.
The tree that with firmness is fix’d in the ground,
And, fed by its moisture, with glory is crown’d,
Will suffer most keenly from drought and from
dearth;
And so, in the judgments, will dwellers on earth.
The kindred of Cain, far away from the Lord,
Their cities have built, where their names they
record;
In science they’ve skill, they have music and mirth,
And spread like a bay-tree, these dwellers on earth.
But soon “the great trouble” shall come on the
world,
And judgments most fearful on men shall be hurl’ d,
And there shall be wars, desolation., and dearth;
When anguish will seize all the dwellers on earth.
Delusions and lies will by them be believed,
For blinded by Satan, by him they’re deceiv’d: —
Then what will their Babels and buildings be worth,
When they shall fall with them, as dwellers on
earth?
But those whose foundation is Jesus, the Lord,
For loss in this world have a blessed reward;
Partakers by faith of the heavenly birth,
Their home is in heaven, and not upon earth.
O ye, who are building for blessing below,
Your fabric will fall, and o’erwhelm you in woe;
But resting on Christ, on His work and His worth,
The doom you’ll escape of the dwellers on earth.
T.