Oh, ral­ly round the stand­ard
Of Christ, our roy­al king;
Oh, ral­ly round His stand­ard,
And hal­le­lu­jahs sing.

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For the morn­ing draw­eth nigh,
For the morn­ing draw­eth nigh;
We can see it in the dist­ance,
We shall hear it, we shall hear it by and by.

Though long and deep the sha­dows
The drea­ry night may bring,
Our lamps are trimmed and burn­ing,
Our hal­le­lu­jahs ring.

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To yon­der gold­en re­gion
Our faith now plumes her wing;
Our hearts with joy are bound­ing,
And abun­dant­ly ring.

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To Him who paid our ran­som,
And took from death the sting,
Be ev­er­last­ing prais­es,
Let abun­dant­ly ring.

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