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That bright and blessed
morn is near
When He, the Bridegroom,
shall appear,
And call His bride away.
Her blessing then
shall be complete,
When with her Lord
she takes her seat
In everlasting day.
The days and months
are gliding past,
Soon shall be heard
the trumpet's blast
Which wakes the sleeping saints.
The dead in Christ in glory rise,
When we with them
shall reach the skies,
Where Jesus for us waits.
What wonder, joy,
and glad surprise
Shall fill our hearts
as thus we rise
To meet Him in the air;
To see His face, to hear His voice,
And in His perfect love rejoice,
Whose glory then we'll share!
No more deferred
our hope shall be,
No longer through
a glass we'll see,
But clearly, face to face.
We'll dwell with Jesus then above,
Whom absent we
have learned to love,
Blest objects of His grace.
O may this hope our spirits cheer,
While waiting for our Saviour here!
He'll quickly come again.
O may our hearts look for that day,
And to His word responsive say,
"Come, Jesus Lord, Amen".
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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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| 1881 | # 244 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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MERIBAH
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1839
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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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| # 552 | Eb | | # 227 | Eb | | # 308 | Eb | | # 592 | Eb | | # 349 | Eb |
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