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The time is near: a joyful crowd
Will with the Lord descend,
And the archangel’s trumpet loud
The bonds of death shall rend.
The graves shall set their prisoners free,
The earth’s foundations shake;
And those who live shall changed be,
And those who sleep shall wake.
The souls who rise with Christ to reign
With joy shall mount on high;
To meet him with his kingly train
Descending from the sky.
Together to the realms of light
He with his ransomed go,
To dwell within his Father’s sight
Beyond the reach of woe.
A few short years of evil past
The glorious hour will come;
And all the friends of Christ at last
Shall reach that heavenly home.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 554 |
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