Arise and shine, O Zion fair
C. M.
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Arise and shine, O Zion fair,Behold, thy light is come,Thy glorious conquering King is near,To take his exiles home;The trumpet 's sounding through the skyTo set poor sinners free;The day of wonders now is nigh,The year of jubilee.
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Arise, ye nations under ground,Before the Judge appear;All tongues, all languages, shall come,Their final doom to hear.King Jesus on his azure throne,Ten thousand angels round;While Gabriel, with his silver trump,Echoes the dreadful sound.
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The glorious news of gospel graceWith sinners now is o'er;The trump in Zion now is still,And to be blown no more.The watchmen all have left their walls,And with their flocks above,On Canaan's happy shore they sing,And shout redeeming love.