Revelation - Trumpets One To Four

orchidee



Tune: Sussex

(slower tune to 'Father, hear the prayer we offer')

Revelation 8 v.6-13

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Seven angels, seven trumpets

Sounding each one sure begets

First trumpet, there followed hail, fire

Mingled with blood, judgement dire

 

They fell on the earth, and a third

Part of trees burnt up, true word

All green grass was burnt up, destroyed

Disastrous scenes,  land made void

 

Second trumpet, a great mountain

Burning with fire was cast then

Into the sea, third part of sea

Became blood, polluted be

 

Third part of creatures in the sea

Which had life, they then died, see

And third part of the ships vanished

From seas, oceans were banished

 

Third trumpet, there fell a great star

From heaven, came from afar

Burning like a lamp, it did fall

On third part of rivers, pools

 

Name of star it is Wormwood called

Third part of waters were soiled

Became wormwood, many folk died

For waters bitter they tried

 

Fourth trumpet, third part of the sun

Smitten, shone for that part none

And third part of moon, third of stars

Did not shine, the darkness mars

 

Then angel through heaven flying

Said, Woe, woe, woe, in the things

To follow to mankind, it bound

Other three trumpets to sound

 

  • Author: orchidee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 18th, 2021 03:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.7.8.7. metre. Getting the trumpets started. I don't understand all of the 'third parts' things. In last verse, there are three more 'woes' to follow, not just poetic repetition.
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • orchidee

    Click on link to got to You Tube to see the clip. The hymn has more than one tune to it.

  • FredPeyer

    orchie, I am not really getting it, but your writing as always is good!

    • orchidee

      Thanks Fred.

    • Goldfinch60

      Good one Orchi.

      There are in fact eight trumpets as I play the eighth to drown out your singing.

      Andy

      • orchidee

        Thanks Gold. Ahh good - the eighth trumpet!



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