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THE PERSONAL COMING OF CHRIST.
Hark, hark! 'tis the trumpet that startles the air,
The herald of joy, or the voice of despair!
See, see, 'tis the banner of glory unfurl'd,
That scatters dismay o'er a guilt-stricken world!
The herald of joy, or the voice of despair!
See, see, 'tis the banner of glory unfurl'd,
That scatters dismay o'er a guilt-stricken world!
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Who is it that blazes the centre of light
In the midst of his legions of cherubim bright;
Who is it that comes in such dreadful array
With the sword of his vengeance bar'd ready to slay?
In the midst of his legions of cherubim bright;
Who is it that comes in such dreadful array
With the sword of his vengeance bar'd ready to slay?
It is he, whom ye scorn'd in the day of his love,
But ye shall not escape the fierce wrath from above;
Your harden'd ingratitude deep shall ye rue,
The blackness of darkness is yawning for you!
But ye shall not escape the fierce wrath from above;
Your harden'd ingratitude deep shall ye rue,
The blackness of darkness is yawning for you!
Ye trusted him not, when he hung on the tree,
When his body was broken, and wounded, for—thee:
Now glorious he comes, whom ye would not receive,
And vainly with pangs of remorse do ye grieve.
When his body was broken, and wounded, for—thee:
Now glorious he comes, whom ye would not receive,
And vainly with pangs of remorse do ye grieve.
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With a desolate shriek, and a wailing cry,
They are led to their doom that are 'pointed to die;
O the torture, the torture that ever shall burn!
The horror, from which there is never return!
They are led to their doom that are 'pointed to die;
O the torture, the torture that ever shall burn!
The horror, from which there is never return!
But joyous the bosoms of them that are his,
Triumphantly shout they the glad song of bliss;
For ever to bask in the smile of his face,
For ever to live in the light of his grace!
Triumphantly shout they the glad song of bliss;
For ever to bask in the smile of his face,
For ever to live in the light of his grace!
Look on him, O ye saints, whom unseen ye ador'd,
He is come, he is come, your beloved, your Lord!
Ye blessed for ever, your Saviour is come
To lead you in joy to your glorious home!
He is come, he is come, your beloved, your Lord!
Ye blessed for ever, your Saviour is come
To lead you in joy to your glorious home!
Triumph, triumph, shout and sing
Praises to your gracious king!
All your trials now are o'er,
Heav'n expands its starry door,
Enter in, ye ever blest,
Your's is everlasting rest!
Praises to your gracious king!
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Heav'n expands its starry door,
Enter in, ye ever blest,
Your's is everlasting rest!
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