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1 Arise, O Zion! rise and shine!
Behold thy light is come!
The glorious conqu'ring King is near,
To take his exiles home.
His trumpet's sounding through the sky,
To set poor captives free;
The day of wonder now is come,
The year of jubilee.
2 Ye heralds, blow your trumpets loud,
The earth shall know her doom;
Go spread the news from pole to pole,
Behold the Judge is come!
Blow out the sun, burn up the earth,
Consume the rolling flood!
While every star shall disappear,
Go turn the moon to blood!
3 Arise, ye nations under ground!
Before the Judge appear!
All tongues and languages shall come,
Their final doom to hear!
King Jesus on his dazzling throne,
Ten thousand angels round;
And Gabriel, with a silver trump,
Echoes an awful sound.
4 The glorious news of gospel grace,
To sinners, now is o'er;
The trump in Zion now is still,
And to be heard no more:
The watchmen all have left the walls,
And with the flocks above,
On Canaan's happy shore they sing,
And shout, redeeming love.
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First Line: | Arise, O Zion! rise and shine! |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |