the Son of man will despatch his angels, and they will gather out of his Realm all who are hindrances and who practise iniquity,
He will despatch his angels with a loud trumpet call to muster his elect from the four winds, from the verge of heaven to the verge of earth.
Nothing profane, none who practises abomination or falsehood shall enter, but those alone whose names are written in the Lamb's book of Life.
Woe to the world for hindrances! Hindrances have to come, but — woe to the man by whom the hindrance does come!
Are not all angels merely spirits in the divine service, commissioned for the benefit of those who are to inherit salvation?
on the day when God judges the secret things of men, as my gospel holds, by Jesus Christ.
So will it be at the end of the world. The angels will go out and separate the evil from among the just
Then he will despatch his angels and muster the elect from the four winds, from the verge of earth to the verge of heaven.
Jesus said to him, "The foxes have their holes, the wild birds have their nests, but the Son of man has nowhere to lay his head."
His winnowing-fan is in his hand, he will clean out his threshing-floor, his wheat he will gather into the granary, but the straw he will burn with fire unquenchable."