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On the Millenium

Hark! my soul, the trumpet sounding

Published in 6 hymnals

Representative Text

1 Hark! my soul, the trumpet sounding,
Christ the awful Judge is come;
Now arise, shake off thy slumber,
Angels wait to make him room.
Thou art welcome,
To thy everlasting home.

2 See the ransomed throng ascending,
Swift towards their Zion move;
Through the skies their courses bending,
Till they take their seats above;
There to worship,
And adore the God of love.

3 On thy great white throne of glory,
O thou everlasting King,
There the angels fall before thee
And the saints due praises sing,
Thou art worthy
O thou Lamb for sinners slain.

4 By thy groaning and thy bleeding,
Thou didst thy apparel stain;
Groaning, dying, interceding,
For the helpless race of man;
Now triumphant,
King of kings for ever reign.

5 With thy sword and bloody vesture,
Now thine enemies subdue;
Now the stubborn nations conquer,
Oh, thou righteous, just and true,
King eternal,
conquer now thine every foe.

6 In the skies the awful token
Of thy coming does appear;
Nature's all confused and broken,
rocks and mountains hurled are,
In whose ruins,
Now these rebels quake and fear.

7 In thy robe of vengeance flaming,
With the armies of the skies;
Turning in the ruins burning,
Lightning from thy presence flies;
In thy fury,
Conquering thy last enemies.

8 Shocked by thy tremendous thunders,
Lo we trouble and behold;
Rocks and hills are cleaved asunder,
Elements in flames are rolled;
Like a vesture,
Thou dost all the heavens fold.

9 Now the tribes of earth with mourning
Stand to hear their final doom;
down from whence there's no returning
down to that infernal gloom,
They are banished,
Never more from thence to come,,

10 Then with joy and admiration,
Shall the followers of the Lamb
Shout all honor and salvation,
To the Dear Redeemer's name;
They shall praise him
Who through tribulation came.

Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians, 1803

Text Information

First Line: Hark! my soul, the trumpet sounding
Title: On the Millenium
Language: English

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Instances

Instances (1 - 6 of 6)

A Collection of Hymns for the Use of the United Brethren in Christ #d131

Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the Use of Christians #d50

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Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians #178b

Hymns and Spiritual Songs, for the Use of Christians #d32

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The Discipline of the United Freewill Baptist Church #47

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