The Lord is coming! glad and free
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The Lord is coming! glad and freeProclaim the note of jubilee.Arouse, ye nations, countless throng,Ring out the tidings loud and long.
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This earth, with her ten thousand wrongs,Will soon be tuned to nobler songs;Our praise shall then, in realms of light,With all his universe unite.
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The Lord is coming! herald, cry;For our redemption draweth nigh:The great glad day of sin's eclipseIs trembling on heaven's finger-tips.
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The trumpet sounds o'er land and sea,And heaven rolls back the melody;The sleeping nations of the deadAwake, and leave their earth-dark bed.
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The Lord, our Saviour, Prince of heaven,Descends 'mid clouds all thunder riven;Look up, ye saints, behold your King,He comes deliverance to bring.