12 The Lamb, The Angels, And The Harvest - L.A.I.D. / Suno

The Lamb stands on Mount Zion, one hundred forty-four thousand with Him
His Father's name written on their foreheads, a sign not grim
They sing a new song before the throne, the creatures, and the elders
Their voices like many waters, thunder, and harps, a sound that shelters
The one hundred forty-four thousand, redeemed from the earth, pure and undefiled
Firstfruits to God and the Lamb, in their mouth no deceit, reconciled
They follow the Lamb wherever He goes, a faithful band
Singing a song only they can learn, a melody grand
Three angels fly in heaven, messages to proclaim
"Fear God and give Him glory, for His judgment has come," they exclaim
"Babylon the great is fallen, she made the nations drink her sin"
"If anyone worships the beast, God's wrath they will not win"
The saints' endurance, keeping God's commands and faith in Jesus
Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, their labors cease
Their works follow them, the Spirit's voice decrees
The Son of Man reaps the earth's harvest, a sickle sharp to release
The one hundred forty-four thousand, redeemed from the earth, pure and undefiled
Firstfruits to God and the Lamb, in their mouth no deceit, reconciled
They follow the Lamb wherever He goes, a faithful band
Singing a song only they can learn, a melody grand
Another angel, a sharp sickle in his hand
Gathers the clusters of the vine, into the winepress of God's wrath, the land
The winepress is trampled outside the city, blood flows
one thousand six hundred stadia, as high as a horse's bridle, judgment bestows
The Lamb and His faithful, the angels and their call
Babylon's fall, the beast's judgment, the winepress and its thrall
The earth's harvest reaped, the righteous and the wicked
God's wrath poured out, His justice not conflicte
God's wrath poured out, His justice not conflicted
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