Expectation
In expectation sweet,
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In expectation sweet,We'll wait, and sing, and pray,Till Christ's triumphal car we meet,And see an endless day.
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He comes! the Conqueror comes!Death falls beneath his sword;The joyful prisoners burst the tombsAnd rise to meet their Lord.
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The trumpet sounds, "Awake!Ye dead, to judgment come!"The pillars of creation shake,While man receives his doom.
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Thrice happy morn for thoseWho love the ways of peace;No night of sorrow e'er shall close,Or shade their perfect bliss.