There is sound of re­joic­ing
Around the great throne,
A whis­per of my­ri­ad wings;
For the foe that ac­cus­eth
Us lies cast down,
And the choir of an­gels sings—

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Salvation, and hon­or, and ma­jes­ty be,
Lord of all pow­er and might un­to Thee.

And the soul may ap­proach
To her God with­out dread,
In mo­ment of praise of pray­er;
Fear ye not, the bright an­gels
Of God have said,
Glad tid­ings of joy we bear.

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But the hour draw­eth nigh
When the an­gel shall stand
With foot on the si­lent shore;
By the Lord he shall swear,
As he lifts his hand,
And that time shall be no more.

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And the thun­ders shall roll,
And the dead, great and small,
At the throne of the Judge shall stand;
And the song shall re­sound
Thro’ the heav’n­ly hall,
Of the saints at God’s right hand.

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