We sing His love, who once was slain,
Who soon o’er death re­vived again,
That all His saints through Him might have
Eternal con­quests o’er the grave.

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Soon shall the trum­pet sound, and we
Shall rise to im­mor­ta­li­ty.

The saints who now with Je­sus sleep
His own al­migh­ty pow­er shall keep,
Till dawns the bright il­lus­tri­ous day
When death it­self shall die away.

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How loud shall our glad voic­es sing,
When Christ His ris­en saints shall bring,
From beds of dust and si­lent clay,
To realms of ev­er­last­ing day!

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When Je­sus we in glo­ry meet,
Our ut­most joys shall be com­plete,
When land­ed on that hea­ven­ly shore,
Death and the curse will be no more.

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Hasten, dear Lord, the glo­ri­ous day,
And this de­light­ful scene dis­play,
When all Thy saints from death shall rise
Raptured in bliss be­yond the skies.

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