The Warning Cry by A. G. C.

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Sep 23, 1875

The Warning Cry.

By A. G. C.

"Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues." Rev. 18:4.

Would the mariner cling to the drifting ship That is worn with toil and age, Because it has been a gallant boat And conquered the wild sea's rage?

"My fathers rode in this brave old bark When its timbers were strong and new; And a craft that was good enough for them Will carry me safely through."

And a house that is generations old, Whose beams were stanch and sound, But are gilding now to the touch of time, And sinking upon the ground;

Would we say "That here I lived in youth, And here my loved ones died; And if it was safe enough for them, I ought to be satisfied."

Now, there is a ship (a mystical ship) That has stood the shock of years; And there is a house—a quaint old house— That was built in blood and tears.

But the first was rotten ages gone, And the last is sear and gray; It is propped with pride, and wealth, and fame And the blood is washed away.

A cry—a fearful warning cry— Is thrilling through the world; "Come out of her my people," come, Lest when the "plagues" are hurled

Upon this "Babylon," ye partake. Alas, this woeful cup Is filled with famine, mourning, death To those who drink it up!

Will this doleful cry go out unheard Can it pass unheeded by? Oh, do not stay by this stricken ship Eternally to die.

A. G. C. San Francisco.