#42The Last Trump

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WHEN the last trumpet sounds, Shakes the earth all around, And the dead shall arise And ascend to the skies, There to meet him who died, With his glorious Bride, And be seated for ever By Immanuel's side.
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There the martyrs will stand In the midst of the band, With their bright shining face, Praising God for free grace; There the saints will unite, With the old Israelites, Singing glory to Jesus In rapturous delight.
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Then redemption we'll sing To our glorious King, Through the blood of free grace, While the angels sing praise; How it rolls o'er the plains, In what rapturous strains, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, For ever he reigns.
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Hallelujah to Jesus, again and again, We will praise him for ever, amen and amen; To the Lamb that was slain, Yet he liveth again, Hallelujah, hallelujah, amen and amen.

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