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BABYLON IS FALLEN.
Lo,—the rocky mass is hurl'd!
Hark, the air with thunder riven,—
Lo,—the judgment of the world,—
Lo, the majesty of heaven!
Hark, the air with thunder riven,—
Lo,—the judgment of the world,—
Lo, the majesty of heaven!
Babylon is fall'n! and earth
Trembles at her coming doom,
Waits creation's second birth,
Waits, and prays her King to come.
Trembles at her coming doom,
Waits creation's second birth,
Waits, and prays her King to come.
Babylon is fall'n! and Thou,
Daughter of Jerusalem,
Shalt be glad and glorious now,
And shalt wear earth's diadem!
Daughter of Jerusalem,
Shalt be glad and glorious now,
And shalt wear earth's diadem!
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