How long shall death the tyrant reign
C. M.
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How long shall death the tyrant reign,And triumph o'er the just;While the rich blood of martyrs slainLies 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 downOur 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 th' expected day.
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O may our humble spirits standAmong them, clothed in white!The meanest place at his right handIs infinite delight.
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How shall our joy and wonder rise,When our returning KingShall bear us homeward through the skiesOn love's triumphant wing.