Lo this, we have searched it, so it is; hear it, and know thou it for thy good. Job. 5:27

Farewell, farewell, vain world;
Your arts, your toys are o’er;
Your idol temples employ
The children of God no more.

No more shall the captive sigh,
Bound with an adamant chain,
Or ere the martyr cry
From the altar of God in vain.

Avenged! avenged by your God;
Rejoice, ye prophets and saints,
The whore of Babylon turns
From luxurious living, and faints.

No merchants, whose silver and gold,
Adored of the souls of men,
Could the treasures of Egypt unfold,
Shall ever arise again.

The sway of proud commerce is o’er;
Her vessels no longer return;
Her sailors lament on the short,
For the cities of Babylon burn.

No voice of the Bridegroom or Bride,
Or music or gladness is there;
No arts that the craftsmen employ
The temple of mammon prepare.

No mill-stone or candle is seen,
Nor weapons nor glittering spear;
But her paths shall be cover’d with green,
And the thorns and the briars appear.

The blood of the martyrs of old,
The blood of all nations of men
Is returned by Jehovah twofold
On the tyrants of earth and the main.

Author: T. H. Felton

Signs of the Times
Volume 27, Number 5; March 1, 1859

Below are the songs that were made from the poem using AI. They are identified
by the genre of the music in paranthesis.