#26The Chariot

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THE chariot! The chariot! Its wheels roll in fire, As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire: Lo, self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud, And the heavens with the burden of Godhead are bow'd.
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The glory, the glory around him are pour'd, Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on the Lord; And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there, And there ill who the palm-wreaths of victory wear,
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The trumpet! The trumpet! The dead have all heard; Lo, the depths of the stone-cover'd charnel are stirr'd; From the sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north, All the vast generations of men are come forth.
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The judgment! The judgment! The thrones are all set, Where the Lamb and the white vested elders are met; There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord, And the doom of eternity hangs on his word.
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O mercy! O mercy! Look down from above, Great Creator, on us, thy sad children with love; When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven, May the justified saints find a ransom in heaven.

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