How long shall Death, the tyraut, reign
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How long shall Death, the tyrant, reign,And triumph o'er the just?How long the blood of martyrs slain,Lie mingled with the dust?
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When shall the tedious night be gone?When will our Lord appear?Our fond desires would pray him down,Our love embrace him here.
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Let faith arise, and climb the hills,And from afar descryHow distant are his chariot wheels,And tell how fast they fly.
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We hear the voice,"Ye dead, arise!"And lo! the graves obey;And waking saints, with joyful eyes,Salute the expected day.