1 Lo! I behold the scattering shades,
The dawn of heaven appears;
The sweet immortal morning spreads
It blushes round the spheres.
2 I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around;
The skies divide to make him room,
The trumpet shakes the ground.
3 I hear the voice,"Ye dead arise!"
And lo, the graces obey;
And waking saints with joyful eyes
Salute the expected day.
4 They leave the dust, and on the wing
Rise to the midway air,
In shining garments meet their king,
And low adore him there.
5 O may our humble spirits stand,
Among them clothed in white!
The meanest place at his right hand
Is infinite delight.
6 How will our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King
Shall bear us homeward through the skies,
On love's triumphant wing!
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799
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