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Swift from the heavens a mighty angel flies,
And bears his dread commission from the skies,
His sacred orders sound from shore to shore;
Jehovah swears that time shall be no more!
The solemn trumpet wakes the countless dead,
And trembling mortals leave their clay-cold bed,
Lo! from before the dazzling throne of God,
Celestial forms come down th’ ethereal road;
Each radiant form assumes its native mate,
And looks and wonders at its glorious state;
“Is this the feeble frame l left behind?
So beauteous now!" exclaims the raptur’d mind:
“Before opprest with sickness and with pain;
Now life immortal runs in ev’ry vein :
Are these the feet, which, often, tir’d and slow,
Crept trembling on to join the church below?”
“Are these the hands I us’d to spread abroad,
In humble acts of pray’r and praise to God ?
What briny drops once trickled down this face,
Which —heavenly smiles adorn, and ev’ry grace!”
“Eternal scenes pour on my ravish’d sight,
Now so much strengthen’d for the vast delight!
No more disease shall dart with fatal aims
His deadly venom thro’ my sickly frame:”
“No more this body shall distress my soul—
Impede her flight—her noblest pow’rs control;
The dark, mysterious path that once I trod,
Now now I see, it was the way to God!”
“Join, all ye heavenly hosts, your anthems raise,
Nor let one tongue be mute from songs of praise;"
Instant the tuneful choir, in sounding strains,
Pour their melodious notes o’er all the plains.
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10 10 10 10
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Rev 10:5-6;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1815 | # 383 |
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SLANE
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10 10 10 10
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| # 17 | E | | # 420 | Eb | | # 382 | Eb | | # 17 | Eb | | # 42 | Eb | | # 902 | Eb | | # 62 | Eb | | # 420 | Eb | | # 17 | Eb | | # 632 | Eb | | # 638 | No key |
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