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Jesus, faithful to His Word,
shall with a shout descend;
All Heaven’s host their glorious Lord
shall pompously attend:
Christ shall come with dreadful noise,
lightnings swift, and thunders loud;
With the great archangel’s voice,
and with the trump of God.
First the dead in Christ shall rise;
then we that yet remain
Shall be caught up to the skies,
and see our Lord again:
We shall meet Him in the air,
all caught up to Heaven shall be,
Find, and love, and praise Him there,
to all eternity.
Who can tell the happiness
this glorious hope affords?
Joy unuttered we possess
in these reviving words;
Happy while on earth we breathe,
mightier bliss ordained to know,
Trampling down sin, hell, and death,
to the third heaven we go.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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Dates:
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1742
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Bible Refs:
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1 Th 4:16;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1889 | # 58 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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UTICA
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 281 | D |
echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
