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Oh, put on thy beautiful garments,
Fair Zion, thou home of the blest;
Ere long we shall
see thee transported
To yonder fair haven of rest.
The day of this world is declining,
The forces of sin are combining,
The faithful our Lord is refining,
And soon shall
the Bridegroom appear.
Oh, put on thy beautiful garments,
Fair city of peace from above;
’Tis granted that saints
shall array thee
In righteousness, purity, love.
The earth and her
pillars are quaking,
The powers of heaven are shaking,
The light of the
evening is breaking,
And soon shall
the Bridegroom appear.
Oh, put on thy beautiful garments,
For now is the evening of time;
The darkness of earth far is driven
By light of the gospel sublime.
A voice comes from heaven,
oh, hear it,
Let children of Zion all cheer it,
Unite in one body and spirit,
For soon shall
the Bridegroom appear.
Oh, put on thy beautiful garments,
Thy glory let shine from on high,
That kings may behold
its fair gleaming,
And all who in darkness still lie.
For God hath thy foes all subjected,
And round thee
His bulwarks erected,
Oh, let Him in thee be perfected,
And soon shall
the Bridegroom appear.
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LYRICS
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9 8 9 8 9 9 9 8
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Dates:
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1911
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