The last lovely morning
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The last lovely morning,All blooming and fair,Is fast onward fleeting,And soon will appear;
Chorus.
While the mighty, mighty, mighty trampSounds, "Come, come away!"O, let us be readyTo hail that glad day!
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And when that bright morningIn splendor shall dawn,Our tears will be ended,Our sorrows all gone.
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The Bridegroom from gloryTo earth shall descend,Ten thousand bright angelsAround him attend.
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The graves will be opened,The saints will arise,And with the RedeemerMount up to the skies.
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The saints, then immortal,In glory shall reign;The Bride with the BridegroomForever remain.