Have you heard the glo­ri­ous message
Of our com­ing Lord and king?
Then the saints shall shout ho­san­nas,
And with ho­ly an­gels sing.
When our friends and all our loved ones,
Who are hid in death’s em­brace,
O’er the grave shall claim the vic­to­ry,
And arise to see His face.

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Then shout aloud His praises,
The Lord of hosts shall reign;
He’s com­ing soon in glo­ry,
The Lamb for sin­ners slain;
Ten thou­sand ho­ly an­gels,
And all the ran­somed throng,
Shall fill the courts of Hea­ven,
With glad tri­um­phant song.

Like a lightning flash from Heaven
Will that glorious coming be;
Then the wicked and the scoffers
Shall with trembling bow the knee;
They will call upon the mountains,
And the hills and rocks to hide;
From the glory of His presence,
Of the One they crucified.

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Will you be among the num­ber
Who shall fear to see His face?
Will you stand brave and vic­to­ri­ous,
And tri­um­phant in His grace?
You’ve but lit­tle time to seek Him,
For the day of God is nigh;
O then give your heart to Jesus,
And He’ll wel­come you on high.

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Sinner, list­en to the mes­sage;
’Tis the Sav­ior’s lov­ing call.
’Tis the last grand in­vi­ta­tion:
It is free for one and all;
He will fill you with His Spir­it,
And with hope and joy and love;
You will long for His ap­pear­ing,
And you’ll live with Him above.

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