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A Prospect of the Resurrection

Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DLXIX (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How long shall death the tyrant reign Lyrics: 1 How long shall death the tyrant reign, And triumph o'er the just; While the rich blood of martyrs slain Lies mingled with the dust? 2 Lo, I behold the scatter'd shades, The dawn of heaven appears; The sweet immortal morning spreads Its blushes round the spheres. 3 I see the Lord of glory come, And flaming guards around; The skies divide to make him room, The trumpet shakes the ground. 4 I hear the voice, "Ye dead arise!" And lo the graves obey; And waking saints with joyful eyes Salute th' expected day. 5 They leave the dust, and on the wing Rise to the midway air, In shining garments meet their king, And low adore him there. 5 O may our humble spirits stand Amongst them cloth'd in white! The meanest place at his right hand Is infinite delight. 7 How will our joy and wonder rise, When our returning king Shall bear us homeward thro' the skies, On love's triumphant wing! Topics: The Resurrection of the Body; Resurrection Of The Body Languages: English

A Prospect of the Resurrection

Author: Watts Hymnal: A Collection of Evangelical Hymns #CXCVII (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How long shall death, the tyrant, reign Lyrics: 1 How long shall death the tyrant reign, And triumph o'er the just; While the rich blood of martyrs slain Lies mingled with the dust? 2 Lo, I behold the scatter'd shades, The dawn of Heaven appears; The sweet immortal morning spreads, Its blushes round the spheres. 3 I see the Lord of glory come, And flaming guards around; The skies divide to make him room, The trumpet shakes the ground. 4 I hear the voice, "Ye dead arise!" And lo the graves obey; And waking saints with joyful eyes Salute th' expected day. 5 They leave the dust, and on the wing Rise to the midway air, In shining garments meet theirK, And low adore him there. 6 O may our humble spirits stand Amongst them cloath'd in white! The meanest place at his right hand Is infinite delight. 7 How will our joy and wonder rise, When our returning King Shall bear us homeward thro' the skies, On love's triumphant wing! Topics: Time and Eternity Languages: English

The Resurrection of the Just

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #391 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How long shall death, the tyrant, reign Lyrics: 1 How long shall death, the tyrant, reign, And triumph o'er the just, While the rich blood of martyrs slain Lies mingled with the dust? 2 Lo! I behold the scatter'd shades! The dawn of heav'n appears: The sweet, immortal morning spreads Its blushes round the spheres, 3 I hear the voice! "ye dead arise;" And lo! the graves obey; And waking saints with joyful eyes Salute th'expected day. 4 They leave the dust, and on the wing Rise to the mid-way air; In shining garments meet their King, And bow before him there. 5 O may our humble spirits stand Among them cloth'd in white! The meanest place at his right hand Is infinite delight. Topics: Consummation of Things Resurrection Languages: English