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Look up, my soul, with sweet surprise,
Toward the joyful, coming day,
When Jesus shall descend the skies,
And form a bright, a dazzling day.
Nations shall in a day be born,
And swift, like doves, to Jesus fly;
The saints shall know no clouds return,
Nor sorrows mixing with their joy.
The lion and the lamb shall feed
Together in his peaceful reign;
And Zion, blest with heavenly bread,
Of pinching wants no more complain.
The Jew, the Greek, the bond, the free
Shall boast their sev’ral rights no more;
But join in sweetest harmony,
Their Lord, their Sov’reign, to adore.
Thus, ’till a thousand years are past,
And Satan must be loos’d again;
Short is the time his reign shall last,
Ere he’s confined in endless pain.
But the blest saints shall mount on high;
Where their deliv'ring Prince is gone;
Angels at God’s command shall fly,
To bless them with the conqu’ror’s crown.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1815 | # 421 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ROCKINGHAM (Miller)
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1790
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 233 | No key | | # 596 | D | | # 265 | Eb | | # 281 | Eb | | # 151 | Eb | | # 115 | Eb | | # 180 | Eb | | # 182 | Eb | | # 217 | Eb | | # 322 | Eb | | # 459 | Eb | | # 108 | Eb | | # 317 | Eb | | # 317 | Eb | | # 69 | F |
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