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CCCLXV. A prospect of resurrection

1 Lo! I behold the scatt'ring shades,
The dawn of heav'n appears;
The sweet immortal morning spreads
It blushes round the spheres.

2 I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around;
The skies divide to make him room,
The trumpet shakes the ground.

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

4 They leave the dust, and on the wing
Rise to the midway air,
In shining garments meet their king,
And low adore 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.

6 How will our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King
Shall bear us homeward through the skies,
On love's triumphant wing!

Text Information

• First Line: Lo! I behold the scatt'ring shades
• Title: A prospect of resurrection
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1799
• Topic: Resurrction: Prospect of

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