Hymnal: The Pilgrim's Song
Date: 1814
Compiler: Elias Smith
Publisher/Printer: Elias Smith
First Line: How long shall death the tyrant reign
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Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Hymn Number: 8
Page Number: 012, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsHow long shall death the tyrant reign,
And triumph o'er the just;
While the rich blood of martyrs slain,
Lies mingled with the dust?
When shall the tedious night be gone?
When will our Lord appear?
Our fond desires would pray him down,
Our love embrace him here.
Let faith arise and climb the hills,
And from afoar descry,
How distant are his chariot wheels,
And tell how fast they fly.
Lo, I behold the scatt'ring shades,
The dawn of heav'n appears;
The sweet immortal morning spreads,
Its blushes round the spheres.
I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around;
The skies divide to make him room,
The trumpets shake the ground.
I hear the voice, -- "Ye dead arise;'
And, lo, the graves obey!
And waking saints, with joyful eyes,
Salute th' expected day.
They leave the dust, an don the wing,
Rise to the middle air,
In shining garments meet their King,
And low adore him there.
O may my humble spirit stand,
Among them, cloth'd in white!
The meanest place at his right hand
Is infinite delight.
How shall our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King,
Shall bear us homeward through the skies,
On love's triumphant wing!