Another angel bears a sickle from the temple in the sky. From the altar comes the fire-angel’s urgent cry. Gather every cluster, for the vine of earth is fully ripe. The blade descends and carries all the grapes toward the press. The Winepress of Wrath The appointed hour has come upon the earth. True and righteous are the judgments of the Lord. Let every kingdom tremble before his throne. Outside the city stands the winepress of the wrath of God. The gathered vine is cast within and trodden under judgment. No mountain hides the heart from holy light. The Judge of all the earth remembers every deed. Blood runs outward to the bridles through a terrible distance. The ripened violence of the earth is answered in the press. The Winepress of Wrath The appointed hour has come upon the earth. True and righteous are the judgments of the Lord. Let every kingdom tremble before his throne. The Winepress of Wrath