A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship ‎#391

391. The Resurrection of the Just

1 How long shall death, the tyrant, reign,
And triumph o'er the just,
While the rich blood of martyrs slain
Lies mingled with the dust?

2 Lo! I behold the scatter'd shades!
The dawn of heav'n appears:
The sweet, immortal morning spreads
Its blushes round the spheres,

3 I hear the voice! "ye dead arise;"
And lo! the graves obey;
And waking saints with joyful eyes
Salute th'expected day.

4 They leave the dust, and on the wing
Rise to the mid-way air;
In shining garments meet their King,
And bow before him there.

5 O may our humble spirits stand
Among them cloth'd in white!
The meanest place at his right hand
Is infinite delight.

Text Information

• First Line: How long shall death, the tyrant, reign
• Title: The Resurrection of the Just
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1845
• Topic: Consummation of Things: Resurrection

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