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Come, all ye saints,
to Pisgah's mountain,
Come, view our home beyond the tide:
Millennial Canaan is before us,
Soon we'll sing on the other side.
O! there see the "white throne of glory,"
And crowns which
the saints then shall gain,
And all who shall
love Christ's appearing
Shall be blessed
by his glorious reign.
O! the prospect! it is so transporting,
Reapers, hasten the gath'ring, we pray;
We rejoice in the glory that's promised,
And the dawn of millennial day.
Thence springs of life
will e'er be flowing,
Robing the earth in living green,
Visions of beauty rise before us
When the King
and the saints shall reign.
Soon our conflicts
and toils will be ended;
We'll be tried and tempted no more,
And mankind of all ages and nations
Shall be blessed
in that triumphant hour.
O! the prospect! it is so transporting,
Reapers, hasten the gath'ring, we pray;
We rejoice in the glory that's promised,
And the dawn of millennial day.
Faith now beholds salvation's river,
Gliding from underneath the throne,
Bearing its life to whomsoever
Will return to his Father's home.
They will walk 'mid
the trees by the rivers,
With the friends they have
loved by their side;
They will sing the
glad songs of salvation,
And be ready to follow their guide.
O! the prospect! it is so transporting,
Reapers, hasten the gath'ring, we pray;
We rejoice in the glory that's promised,
And the dawn of millennial day.
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