The time is near when Zion's sons
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The time is near when Zion's sons,With rapturous joy shall sing the songForetold by seers—anointed ones:We have a city great and strong,We have a city great and strong.
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Open, ye gates! The glorious KingApproaches with a holy throng;Open, ye gates! Saints, angels, singOn golden harps the victor's song!
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O righteous nation! enter in,That kept the law of truth below,Enter the place, all free from sin,Where life's pure waters gently flow.
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Within these walls shall they remain,Who trusted, mighty Lord! in thee:Death, their last enemy, is slain;They have a right to life's fair tree.