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How long shall death, the tyrant, reign

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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 When shall the tedious night be gone?
When will our Lord appear?
Our fond desires would pray him down,
Our love embrace him here,

3 Let faith arise, and climb the hills,
And from afar descry
How distant are his chariot wheels,
And tell how fast they fly.

4 Lo, I behold the scattering shades,
The dawn of Heaven appears,
The sweet immortal morning spreads
Its blushes round the spheres,

5 I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around!
The skies divide to make him room,
The trumpet shakes the ground.

6 I hear the voice! "Ye dead arise;"
And lo, the graves obey,
And waking saints with joyful eyes
Salute th' expected day.

7 They leave the dust, and on the wing
Rise to the middle air,
In shining garments meet their King,
And low adore him there.

8 O may my humble spirit stand
Amongst them clothed in white!
The meanest place at his right hand
Is infinite delight.

9 How will our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King
Shall bear us homeward through the skies
On love's triumphant wing!

The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791

Author: Isaac Watts

Isaac Watts was the son of a schoolmaster, and was born in Southampton, July 17, 1674. He is said to have shown remarkable precocity in childhood, beginning the study of Latin, in his fourth year, and writing respectable verses at the age of seven. At the age of sixteen, he went to London to study in the Academy of the Rev. Thomas Rowe, an Independent minister. In 1698, he became assistant minister of the Independent Church, Berry St., London. In 1702, he became pastor. In 1712, he accepted an invitation to visit Sir Thomas Abney, at his residence of Abney Park, and at Sir Thomas' pressing request, made it his home for the remainder of his life. It was a residence most favourable for his health, and for the prosecution of his literary… Go to person page >

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First Line: How long shall death, the tyrant, reign
Author: Isaac Watts
Language: English


DUNDEE (Ravenscroft)

DUNDEE first appeared in the 1615 edition of the Scottish Psalter published in Edinburgh by Andro Hart. Called a "French" tune (thus it also goes by the name of FRENCH), DUNDEE was one of that hymnal's twelve "common tunes"; that is, it was not associated with a specific psalm. In the Psalter Hymnal…

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The Cyber Hymnal #9801
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