Commentary on 1 Thessalonians

Prudentius

When at the awful trumpet's sound The earth will be consumed by fire, And with a mighty rush the world Unhinged, will crash in dreadful ruin.

The winged messenger of day Sings loud, foretelling dawn's approach, And Christ in stirring accents calls Our slumbering souls to life with him. "Away," he cries, "with dull repose, The sleep of death and sinful sloth; With hearts now sober, just and pure, Keep watch, for I am very near."

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