#419Soon Shall the Trump of God

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Soon shall the trump of God Give out the welcome sound, That shakes death's silent chamber walls, And breaks the turf-sealed ground.
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You dwellers in the dust, Awake, come forth, and sing; Sharp has your frost been, but bright Shall rise a heavenly spring.
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'Twas sown in weakness here, 'Twill then be raised in power; That which was sown an earthly seed Shall rise a heavenly flower.