Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Lift your heads ye friends of Jesus
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Tune: Lift Your Heads
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Page Number: 066, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsLift your heads, ye friends of Jesus,
Partners in his patience here;
Christ, to all believers precious,
Lord of lords shall soon appear.
Mark the tokens,
Mark the tokens,
Mark the tokens of his heavenly kingdom near.
Hear all nature's groans proclaiming
Nature's swift approaching doom;
War, and pestilence, and famine.
Signify the wrath to come;
Cleaves the centre,
Nations rush into the tomb.
Close behind the tribulation
Of the last tremendous days,
See the flaming Revelation!
See the universal blaze!
See the universal blaze!
Earth and heaven
Melt before the Judge's face.
Sun and moon are both confounded,
Darkened into endless night,
When with angel-host's surrounded,
In his Father's glory bright,
Beams the Saviour,
Shines the everlasting light.
See the stars from heaven falling!
Hark! On earth the doleful cry!
Men on rocks and mountains calling,
While the frowning judge draws nigh:
Hide us, hide us,
Rocks and mountains, from his eye!
With what different exclamation
Shall the saints his banner see!
By the monuments of his passion,
By the marks received for me!
All discern him,
All with shouts cry out -"'Tis He!"
"Lo! 'tis He! Our heart's desire
Come for his espoused below;
Come to join us with the choir,
Come to make our joys o'erflow:
Palms of victory,
Crowns of glory to bestow."
Yes the prize shall sure be given;
We his open face shall see:
Love, the earnest of our heaven,
Love our full reward shall be,
Love shall crown us
Kings through all eternity.