How long shall death the tyrant reign

How long shall death the tyrant reign,And triumph o'er the just;While the rich blood of martyrs slainLies mingled with the dust!

When shall the tedious night be gone?When will our Lord appear?Our fond desires would pray him downOur love embrace him here.

Let faith arise and climb the hills,And from afar descryHow distant are his chariot wheels,And tell how fast they fly.

We hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise!"And, lo, the graves obey;And waking saints, with joyful eyes,Salute th' expected day.

O may our humble spirits standAmong them, clothed in white!The meanest place at his right handIs infinite delight.

How shall our joy and wonder rise,When our returning KingShall bear us homeward through the skiesOn love's triumphant wing.