The last love­ly morn­ing,
All bloom­ing and fair,
Is fast on­ward fleet­ing,
And soon will ap­pear.

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While the migh­ty, migh­ty, migh­ty trump
Sounds, Come, come away;
Oh, let us be rea­dy
To hail the glad day.

And when that bright morn­ing
In splen­dor shall dawn,
Our tears shall be end­ed,
Our sor­rows all gone.

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The Bride­groom from glo­ry
To earth shall des­cend,
Ten thou­sand bright an­gels
Around Him at­tend.

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The grave shall be op­ened,
The dead shall arise,
And with the Re­deem­er
Mount up to the skies.

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The saints, then im­mor­tal,
In glo­ry shall reign,
The Bride with the Bride­groom
Forever re­main.

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