← Lift your Heads Millennial Harp (1843) · p. 54

Lift your Heads

Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus,

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Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus,Partners in his patience here;Christ to all believers precious,Lord of lords, shall soon appear:Mark the tokens, Mark the tokens, Mark the tokensof his heavenly kingdom near.

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Hear all nature's groans proclaimingNature's swift approaching doom!War, and pestilence, and famine,Signify the wrath to come;Cleaves the centre,Nations rush into the tomb.

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Close behind the tribulationOf the last tremendous days,See the flaming Revelation!See the universal blaze!Earth and heavenMelt before the Judge's face.

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Sun and moon are both confounded,Darken'd into endless night,When with angel-hosts surrounded,In his Father's glory bright,Beams the Savior,Shines the everlasting light.

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See the stars from heaven falling!Hark! on earth the doleful cry!Men on rocks and mountains calling,While the frowning Judge draws nigh;Hide us, hide us,Rock and mountains, from his eye!

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With what different exclamationShall the saints his banner see!By the monuments of his passion,By the marks received for me!All discern him,All with shouts cry out—"'Tis He!"

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"Lo! 'tis He! our heart's desire,Come for his espoused below;Come to join us with the choir,Come to make our joys o'erflow:Palms of victory,Crowns of glory to bestow."

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Yes, the prize shall sure be given;We his open face shall see:Love, the earnest of our heaven,Love our full reward shall be,Love shall crown usKings thro' all eternity