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HE reigns ! the Lord our Saviour reigns \
The Lord is come, the Heav'ns proclaim
All ye bright armies of the Skies,
Rejoice, ye Christians, and record
SAlvation! O the joyful Sound!
Buried in Sorrow, and in Sin,
Oh may we rise by Grace divine,
Salvation! let the Eccho fly
While all the Armies of the Sky
ARISE, my Soul, arise,
High in eternal Praise,
Clad in a shining Cloud,
The great Creator God.
Girt with a golden Belt,
My dear Redeemer stands,
He spreads his wounded Hands.
In Beauty, Love, and Peace,
He reigns triumphant now,
Sits glorious on his Brow.
There, Tribulation's Sons
After their noble strife,
And wear the Crown of Life.
Dear Jesus, and shall I,
O seal me this before I Die,
DEATH cannot make our Souls afraid,
Might we but climb to Pisgah's Top,
Our Flesh itself should long to drop,
Clasp'd in our heav'nly Father's Arms,
And loose our Life among the Charms
GLORY to God that walks the Sky,
When When Christ, with all his Graces crown'd,
Sheds his kind Beams abroad,
And Glory in the Bud.
But ah! how soon our Joys decay,
How soon our Sins arise,
From these lamenting Eyes.
When shall the time, dear Jesus, when,
The shining Day appear;
And Guilt and Darkness here.
We would almost forsake our Clay,
Before the Summons come,
To their eternal Home.
tjARK! from the Tomb a doleful sounu x x Our Ears attend the Cry, Ye living Men, come view the Ground, Where you must shortly lie.
Princes, this Clay must be your Bed,
In spite of all your Tow'rs;
Must lie as low as Ours.
Great Great God! is this our certain Doom?
And are we still secure?
And yet prepare no more.
Grant us the Pow'rs of quick'ning Grace,
To fit our Souls to fly;
We'll rife above the Sky.
TjOW shall we bless the bleeding Lamb,
** Or his amazing Kindness shew,
Give equal Honours to his Name,
Or render him the Praises due:
Lo! God for Sinners Bleeds and Dies,
Our Maker is our Sacrifice.
Our Sins may reach to Heaven above,
Oh! for that World which yet remains,
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