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How long shall death, the tyrant, reign

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Hymns for Christian Melody #857 (1835) Languages: English
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How long shall Death, the tyrant, reign

Author: Watts Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns, for the use of the United Brethren in Christ #993 (1858) Languages: English
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How long shall death, the tyrant, reign

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Hymns for the Sanctuary and Social Worship #1102 (1874) Languages: English
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How long shall death, the tyrant, reign

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Baptist Psalmody #1236 (1850)
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How long shall death, the tyrant, reign

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Baptist Hymn Book #1258 (1859)
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How long shall Death, the tyrant, reign

Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #1287 (1835)
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A Prospect of the Resurrection

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CIX (1791) First Line: How long shall Death the Tyrant, reign Lyrics: 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 When shall the tedious Night be gone? When will our Lord appear? Our fond Desires would pray him down, Our Love embrace him here, 3 Let Faith arise, and climb the Hills, And from afar descry How distant are his Chariot Wheels, And tell how fast they fly. 4 Lo, I behold the scatt'ring Shades, The Dawn of Heav'n appears, The sweet Immortal Morning spreads Its Blushes round the Spheres, 5 I see the Lord of Glory come, And flaming Guards around! The Skies divide to make him room, The Trumpet shakes the Ground. 6 I hear the Voice! "Ye Dead arise;" And lo, the Graves obey, And waking Saints with joyful Eyes Salute th' expected Day. 7 They leave the Dust, and on the Wing Rise to the middle Air, In shining Garments meet their King, And low adore him there. 8 O may my humble Spirit stand Amongst them cloth'd in white! The meanest Place at his Right Hand Is infinite Delight. 9 How will our Joy and Wonder rise, When our returning King Shall bear us homeward thro' the Skies On Love's triumphant Wing! Topics: Death and Resurrection Languages: English

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