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102 The Book of Praise.
In full triumph see them marching Through the gates of massy light,
While the City walls are sparkling With meridian glory bright; O how lovely
Are the dwellings of the Lamb !
Hosts angelic all adore Him
Circling round His orient seat; Elders cast their crowns before Him,
Fall and wrorship at His feet; O how holy And how reverend is Thy Name!
Hail, Thou Alpha and Omega ! First and Last, of all alone ! He that is, and was, and shall be, And beside whom there is none f Take the Glory, Great Eternal Three in One !
Thomas Olivers. [1757.]
XCII.
Dies irce, dies ilia.
Day of anger, that dread Day Shall the Sign in Heaven display, And the Earth in ashes lay.
O what trembling shall appear, When His coming shall be near, Who shall all things strictly clear !
When the Trumpet shall command Through the tombs of every land All before the Throne to stand. |
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