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Rise from Your Graves, Ye Dead

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1. Rise from your graves, ye dead!
Thus shall the call be sounded,
Which on the latter day
shall find us all astounded;
Which to the faithful flock
shall promise rare delight,
And fill the trembling hearts
of sinners with affright.

2. Rise from your graves, ye dead!
Your sleep at last is over,
Ye blessèd of the Lord,
no more without shall hover.
The garments are prepared,
the crowns for you are stored,
Enter into the joy
and comfort of your Lord!

3. Rise from your graves, ye dead!
Come from your earthly cover;
Ye wicked all the pangs of
hell shall now discover.
Ye once rejected Me,
I hold you nothing worth;
Wailing and gnashing teeth
shall be your lot henceforth.

4. Rise from your graves, ye dead!
Lo, here are bone and tissue
Flesh, sinew, hands, eye, foot!
from earth and air they issue.
That wherewith you have served
the Lord is glorified,
That wherewith you have sinned,
consumed and cast aside.

5. Rise from your graves, ye dead!
Ye faithful now shall glory
In halos like the sun,
undimmed, untransitory.
Immortal bodies with
immortal souls shall blend,
Ye shall enjoy the rest
of saints that hath no end.

Author: Johann F. Starck, 1680-1756

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Text Information

First Line: Rise from your graves, ye dead!
Title: Rise from Your Graves, Ye Dead
Author: Johann F. Starck, 1680-1756
Meter: 6.7.6.7.6.6.6.6
Source: This translation appeared in John Frederick Stark's Daily Hand-Book (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: The Kohler Publishing Company, 1855), pages 328-9
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain

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