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We sing his love who once was slain,
But soon from death reviv’d again,
That all his saints in him might have
Eternal victory o’er the grave.
The saints, who now in Jesus sleep,
His own almighty power shall keep,
‘Till dawns the bright illustrious day,
When death itself shall die away.
How loud shall our glad voices sing,
When Christ his risen saints shall bring
From beds of dust and silent clay,
To realms of everlasting day.
When Jesus we in glory meet,
Our utmost joys shall be complete;
When landed on that heavenly shore,
Death, the last foe, shall be no more.
Hasten, dear Lord, the happy day,
Which shall this glorious scene display;
Soon may the trumpet sound, and we
Arise to immortality.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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1 Co 15:52;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 621 |
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