Our Sav­ior will des­cend again,
Earth’s bur­ied mill­ions rais­ing;
With Him will come a glo­ri­ous train,
Adoring Him and prais­ing.

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Raise high the song that loud and long
Before Him ceas­eth ne­ver,
Till, cast­ing down each gold­en crown,
We wor­ship Him for­ev­er.

And though these bo­dies lie in dust
Before that glad ap­pearing,
Yet shall they stand among the just,
Our Sav­ior’s im­age wear­ing.

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What, though earth’s ga­ther­ing tem­pests low­er,
And ag­es pass in sad­ness?
Yet we may see that glo­ri­ous hour,
And hail the dawn with glad­ness.

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Then, safe at last, this bless­èd throng,
Set free from tri­bu­la­tion,
Shall ev­er praise in ho­ly song,
The God of their sal­va­tion.

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