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The time draws nigh, when from the clouds,
Christ shall with power descend;
And the last trumpet’s awful voice,
The heavens and earth shall rend.
Then they who live shall changed be,
And they who sleep shall wake;
The graves shall yield their ancient charge,
While earth’s foundations shake.
The saints of God, from death set free,
With joy shall mount on high;
The heavenly hosts, with praises loud,
Shall meet them in the sky.
A few short years of exile past,
We reach the happy shore;
Where death divided friends, at last,
Shall meet to part no more.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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COLCHESTER
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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