All these predictions, and many others, foretell the doom of the Gentile Church--its destruction from the earth, and the consequent decline and cessation of the science of Theology, and of its powers and blessings in the Gentile world. Connected with these predictions, we have the most positive prophetic declarations of Holy Writ concerning the overthrow and entire destruction of this same mystical power, which had made war with the Saints. Its judgments are set forth as far more terrible than those which befell Jerusalem. Plague, pestilence, sword, earthquake, and the flame of devouring fire will cause her to cease to be. Then will usher in the kingdom of our God, and the power of His Christ. Then will the Saints of the Most High take the kingdom, and the greatness of the kingdom under the whole heaven. Thus are to be revived the ancient powers and blessings, the knowledge and wisdom, of the science of Theology. In the fulfilment of the foregoing predictions, the science of Theology declined, and passed away from among the Gentiles, just in proportion as the Church, or the Saints of the Most High, were warred against and overcome. For years, centuries, ages, there has been no voice from heaven among the Gentiles, any more than among the Jews. They have fallen "_after the same example of unbelief_," notwithstanding the caution of their great Apostle. No Gentile Prophet has arisen and uttered his voice. No kind angel has ministered to them. No vision from the Lord. No answer. No inspired dream. No voice. No sound from the heavens. No revelation has burst upon the silence of midnight darkness which has brooded over the nations. Or, if such voice, such vision, such Prophet has occasionally burst forth with the testimony of Jesus, the spirit of prophecy, his testimony has been unheeded by the mass of the people called Christians, his voice silenced in death, or himself and his followers have been banished from society, to wander in the mountains, forests, caves, or deserts of the earth; or, on the other hand, compelled to drag out an existence in the solitude of the dungeon. Ages, centuries have passed, and Oh! what suffering! what torture! what rivers of tears! what oceans of blood! what groanings! what strong crying and tears on the earth! what prayers in heaven! "How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood, on them that dwell on the earth?" The fire consumed. The sword devoured. Hell's artillery bellowed. Devils hugely grinned. Widows and orphans mourned. Heaven wept. Saints prayed. Justice stood aghast. Mercy, retiring, dropped a tear of blood. Angels, starting, half-drew their glittering swords. And the Gods, in solemn council, decreed a just vengeance.