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2 From heaven angelic voices sound,
See the Almighty Jesus crown'd!
Girt with omnipotence and grace,
And glory decks the Saviour's face.
3 Descending on his glorious throne,
He claims the kingdoms for his own;
The kingdoms all obey his word,
And hail him their triumphant Lord.
4 Shout, all ye people of the sky,
And all ye saints of God Most High!
Jesus who now his right obtains,
For ever and for ever reigns.

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The coming and reign of Christ.

1 His kingdom comes! ye saints rejoice,
Let earth and heav'n unite their voice
To swell the lofty strain:
Proclaim the joyful news abroad;
The mighty King! the glorious God!
He comes on earth to reign.

2 High o'er the pomp of worldly state,
On chosen Sion's lofty seat,

Jehovah sets his throne:

Now shall the lands confess his pow'r,
And all the earth his name adore,

And serve the Lord alone.

3 Before the terrors of his face
Let mortal man his pride abase,
And every idol fall :

Prostrate be every haughty foe,
The pomp and pow'r of earth lie low,
And God be all in all.

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1 HARK! the song of jubilee,
Loud as mighty thunders roar;
Or the fulness of the sea,
When it breaks upon the shore :
Hallelujah! for the Lord
God Omnipotent shall reign:
Hallelujah! let the word

Echo round the earth and main.
2 Hallelujah!-hark! the sound,
From the centre to the skies,
Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation's harmonies.

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See Jehovah's banners furl'd, Sheath'd his sword: He speaks-'tis And the kingdoms of this world Are the kingdoms of his Son. 3 He shall reign from pole to pole, With illimitable sway:

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He shall reign, when, like a scroll,
Yonder heavens have pass'd away!
Then the end-beneath his rod,
Man's last enemy shall fall:
Hallelujah! Christ in God,
God in Christ, is All in All.
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The Saviour's Return.
COME ye who love the Lord,
And feel his quick'ning pow'r,
Unite with one accord,

His goodness to adore:

To heaven and earth aloud proclaim
Your great Redeemer's glorious name.

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He left his throne above,

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His glory laid aside,

Came down on wings of love,

And wept, and bled, and died:

The pangs he bore, what tongue can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell?

He burst the grave: He rose
Victorious from the dead;
And thence his vanquish'd foes
In glorious triumph led :

Up thro' the heavens the conqu'❜ror rode
Triumphant to the throne of God.
He soon again will come
(His chariot will not stay,)
To take his children home
To realms of endless day:
We there shall see him face to face,
And sing the triumph of his grace.

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Preparation for judgment.

1 THOU Judge of quick and dead,
Before whose awful bar,
With holy joy or guilty dread,
We all must soon appear;
Our souls by grace prepare
For that tremendous day,
And fill us now with watchful care,
And stir us up to pray.

2 To pray and wait the hour,
That awful hour unknown,

When, robed in majesty and power,

Thou shalt from heaven come down;

Th' immortal son of man,
To judge the human race,
With all the Father's dazzling train,
With all thy glorious grace.

3 Oh! may we still be found
Obedient to thy word,

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And waiting for the trumpet's sound,
Which marks thy coming Lord;
Do thou thro' grace ensure
Our lot among the bless'd,
That, found in thee, we may secure
Thine everlasting rest.

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Resurrection-Last Judgment.

IN expectation sweet

We'll wait, and sing, and pray, Till Christ's triumphal car we meet, And see an endless day.

2 He comes the Conqueror comes! Death falls beneath his sword; The joyful prisoners burst the tombs, And rise to meet their Lord.

3 The trumpet sounds, "awake! "Ye dead to judgment come!" The pillars of creation shake, While hell receives her doom.

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Thrice happy morn for those
Who love the ways of peace;
No night of sorrow e'er shall close
Or shade their perfect bliss.

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The last Judgment.

1 AND will the Judge descend? And must the dead arise; And not a single soul escape

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His all-discerning eyes?

How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day,

When earth and heaven, before his face,
Astonish'd, shrink away?

But ere the trumpet sounds
His voice, ye sinners, hear:
Fly to the shelter of the Cross,
And seek salvation there.

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Luther's Hymn.

1 GREAT God! what do I see and hear?
The end of things created!
Behold the Judge of man appear
On clouds of glory seated!

The trumpet sounds, the graves restore
The dead which they contained before:
Prepare, my soul, to meet him!

2 The dead in Christ shall first arise,
At the last trumpet's sounding;
And meet their Saviour in the skies,
With joy his throne surrounding:
No gloomy fears their souls dismay;
His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepar'd to meet him

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