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Words: William Hunter, in Sacred Songs and Solos: 888 Pieces, by Ira D. Sankey (London: Morgan and Scott Ld., late 19th Century).
Music: William Batchelder Bradbury
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Soon shall we see the glorious morning!
Saints, arise! Saints, arise!
Sinners, attend the notes of warning!
Saints, arise! Saints, arise!
The resurrection day draws near,
The King of saints shall soon appear,
And high His royal standard rear:
Saints, arise! Saints, arise!
Hear ye the trump of God resounding,
Saints, arise! Saints, arise!
Through death's dark vaults its notes rebounding:
Saints, arise! Saints, arise!
To meet the Bridegroom haste! prepare!
Put on your bridal garments fair;
And hail your Savior in the air!
Saints, arise! Saints, arise!
The saints who sleep, with joy awaken,
All arise! All arise!
Their clay cold beds are quick forsaken,
All arise! All arise!
Not one of all the faithful few
Who here on earth the Savior knew,
But starts with bliss his Lord to view:
All arise! All arise!
Fast by the throne of God behold them
Crowned at last! Crowned at last!
See in His arms the Savior fold them,
Crowned at last! Crowned at last!
With wreaths of glory round their head;
No tears of sorrow now are shed,
To joy's full fountain all are led:
Crowned at last! Crowned at last!
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