There were earnest devotees who lived in the light and love of God, and
who preached and pleaded with the thoughtless and the indifferent.
Notwithstanding all the efforts put forth on the part of the righteous,
the generations of this distant world became more and more wicked until
the Millennial dawn.

In the fullness of time the Millennium was ushered in by the appearance
of the chief angel who came with several hundred thousand attending
spirits. At the approach of these celestial regiments the atmosphere far
above the planet was darkened by ominous clouds through which the
approaching legions shone with unearthly brightness. All this occurred
in the twinkling of an eye, even before the busy millions could look
upward. Then the chief angel and his magnificent host circled in the
air, singing the resurrection song, which was augmented by ten thousand
trumpeters, while the forked and sheet lightnings flashed in unison with
the imposing waves of music, and heavy thunders contributed the bass
intonations.

The celestial choir continued during one revolution of the planet. The
vast throng sang in the air as the planet revolved on its axis. As each
section of the globe came beneath the long extended line of melodious
angels, the marvelous change took place for that section. The sleeping
saints came forth from their graves and, with the living saints, were
caught up into the air. This continued until this most eventful day was
finished.

The scenes that occurred with the ungodly during this awful day beggar
all description, so much so that I shall not attempt to describe the
remorseful wails of horror that rent the air, only to be drowned by the