In the great triumphant morning,
When we hear the Bridegroom cry,
And the dead in Christ shall rise,
We’ll be changed to life immortal,
In the twinkling of an eye,
And meet Jesus in the skies.

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We shall all rise to meet Him,
We shall all rise to greet Him,
In the morning when the dead in Christ shall rise
We shall all rise to meet Him,
We shall all rise to greet Him,
And shall have the marriage supper in the skies.

In the great triumphant morning,
What a happy time ’twill be,
When the dead in Christ shall rise,
When the Lord descends in glory,
Sets His waiting children free,
And we meet Him in the skies.

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In the great triumphant morning,
When the harvest is complete,
And the dead in Christ shall rise,
We’ll be crowned with life immortal,
Christ and all the loved ones meet,
In the rapture in the skies.

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In the great triumphant morning,
All the kingdom we’ll possess,
Then the dead in Christ shall rise,
Reign as kings and priests eternal,
Under Christ forever blest,
After meeting in the skies.

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The King is coming in glory
To catch His bride away,
It may be in the morning
It may be at midday,
At the even or midnight;
The trump will sound so clear,
The dead in Christ, and we that live,
His voice shall hear.

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The King is coming, hallelujah!
He’s coming in the air,
The fig tree is budding,
The signs are everywhere,
The King is coming, hallelujah!
He’s coming in the air,
He’s coming, hallelujah!
To catch His bride away.

Behold! He cometh, and leaping,
And skipping o’er the hills;
Like the young roe, like the young hart,
My soul with rapture thrills;
Thru the window He’s looking,
Thru the lattice work is seen,
The winter’s past, the rain is o’er,
The figs are green.

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The King is coming,
“Be ready,” To meet Him on that day;
With your heart right, with your robes white,
And in this holy way;
Like the lightning that flashes
In the twinkling of an eye,
Our Lord shall come to claim His own,
He’s drawing nigh.

The saints are looking ever upward
While journ’ing on their way.
He’s coming, hallelujah!
To catch His bride away.
The saints are looking ever upward
While journ’ing on their way.
He’s coming, hallelujah!
To catch His bride away.

Lift up your heads, rejoice, redemption draweth nigh;
Now breathes a softer air, now shines a milder sky;
The early trees put forth their new and tender leaf;
Hushed is the moaning wind that told of winter’s grief.

Lift up your heads, rejoice, redemption draweth nigh;
Now mount the laden clouds, now flames the darkening sky;
The early scattered drops descend with heavy fall,
And to the waiting earth the hidden thunders call.

Lift up your heads, rejoice, redemption draweth nigh;
O note the varying signs of earth, and air, and sky;
The God of glory comes in gentleness and might,
To comfort and alarm, to succor and to smite.

He comes, the wide world’s King, He comes, the true heart’s Friend,
New gladness to begin, and ancient wrong to end;
He comes, to fill with light the weary waiting eye;
Lift up your heads, rejoice, redemption draweth nigh.

We’re looking for His coming, in the clouds of heaven,
Coming back to earth to catch away His own;
Then may we all be ready, when midnight cry is given,
To go and reign with Christ on His throne.

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Gladly may we herald the message of His blessèd appearing,
Soon He’s coming in glory, tell to one and all;
Then awake, ye saints of the Lord,
Why slumber when the end is nearing,
But get ready for the final call.

We’re longing for the glory that awaits the faithful,
Who shall overcome, and ev’ry conflict win;
Press ever bravely onward, the prize is life eternal
To all who win the fight over sin.

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We’re praying for the advent of our blessèd Savior,
Who has promised life to all who trust His grace;
His coming now is pending, the message being given,
And soon we’ll see our Lord face to face.

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We see the signs appearing of His blessèd coming,
Lo, behold the fig leaves now becoming green;
The Gospel of His kingdom has gone to every nation;
That we are near the end can be seen.

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Hold up the grand old Bible to the people!
Deny it or neglect it never!
Unfailing it has stood the test of ages,
And it shall stand unchanged forever!

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O blessèd book, the only book,
The pow’rs of earth can change it never!
The test of fire and flood through ages it hath stood,
And it shall stand unchanged forever.

Hold up the grand old Bible and proclaim it
The Word of God by prophets spoken;
His seal imprinted glows upon its pages,
And not a precept can be broken.

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Hold up the grand old Bible of our fathers,
And send it unto ev’ry nation;
It is the cloud by day, the fire in darkness,
That lights the way unto salvation.

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Hold up the grand old Bible, proudly own it,
Believe, and search its sacred pages;
There you may find the way of life eternal—
Immortal life through endless ages.

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In God’s Word it is recorded
That this world will not endure;
Then while time is yet afforded
Make your hope of Heaven sure;
For the stars, before the morning,
From their orbits may be hurled,
And the moon may send a warning
That tonight will end the world.

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If tonight should end the world,
If tonight should end the world,
Would your soul adrift be driven?
Or would you set sail for Heaven,
If tonight should end the world?

O’er this question do you ponder,
As the days pass swiftly by?
Have you gained an interest yonder,
Where the soul will never die?
If the last trump should be sounded,
And the blood stained banner furled,
Would it bring you grief unbounded
If tonight should end the world?

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See the hands once torn and bleeding
On the cross of Calvary,
Reaching out with gentle pleading;
Oh, poor sinner, ’tis for thee;
Come, accept this great salvation,
Ere to judgment you are hurled;
Slight you not this invitation,
For tonight may end the world.

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Lord, Thy Word abideth,
And our footsteps guideth;
Who its truth believeth
Light and joy receiveth.

When our foes are near us,
Then Thy Word doth cheer us,
Word of consolation,
Message of salvation.

When the storms are o’er us,
And dark clouds before us,
Then its light directeth,
And our way protecteth.

Who can tell the pleasure,
Who recount the treasure,
By Thy Word imparted
To the simple hearted?

Word of mercy, giving
Succor to the living;
Word of life, supplying
Comfort to the dying!

O that we, discerning,
Its most holy learning,
Lord, may love and fear Thee,
Evermore be near Thee!

There’s a dear and precious Book,
Though it’s worn and faded now,
Which recalls those happy days of long ago,
When I stood at mother’s knee,
With her hand upon my brow,
And I heard her voice in gentle tones and low.

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Blessèd Book, precious Book,
On thy dear old tear stained leaves I love to look;
Thou art sweeter day by day, as I walk the narrow way
That leads at last to that bright home above.

As she read the stories o’er
Of those mighty men of old,
Of Joseph and of Daniel and their trials,
Of little David bold,
Who became a king at last,
Of Satan and his many wicked wiles.

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Then she read of Jesus’ love,
As He blessed the children dear,
How He suffered, bled and died upon the tree;
Of His heavy load of care,
Then she dried my flowing tears
With her kisses as she said it was for me.

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Well, those days are past and gone,
But their memory lingers still
And the dear old Book each day has been my guide;
And I seek to do His will,
As my mother taught me then,
And ever in my heart His Words abide.

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O changeless Word of life and light,
A perfect rule to guide me,
I take thy counsels, trust thy truth,
And in my heart I hide thee.

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Precious Bible, precious Bible,
Book by inspiration given;
Precious Bible, precious Bible,
Light to guide our souls to Heav’n!

Thou Book divine, thy pages shine
With Heav’n’s unfading glory;
Thou dost reveal to mortals here
The great redemption story.

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Here law and love and wisdom stand
Revealed through bygone ages,
And children read a message sweet
Upon thy simple pages.

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Untouched by time, or men’s assaults,
This Word remains unshaken,
And those who build upon this rock
Will never be forsaken.

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’Mid the storms of doubt and unbelief, we fear,
Stands a Book eternal that the saints hold dear;
Thro’ the restless ages it remains the same—
’Tis the Book of God, and the Bible is its name!

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The old Book and the old faith
Are the Rock on which I stand!
The old Book and the old faith
Are the bulwark of the land!
Thro’ storm and stress they stand the test
In every clime and nation blessed;
The old Book and the old faith
Are the hope of every land!

’Tis the Book that tells us of the Father’s love,
When He sent His Son to us from Heav’n above,
Who by richest promise creates hope within,
For ’tis through His blood we are saved from every sin!

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’Tis the Book that tells us of the will of God
And the Savior’s teachings while the earth He trod—
How He soothed earth’s sorrows and relieved its woe,
Through Whom strength is given to conquer every foe!

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’Tis the Book that tells us of eternal life,
After faithful service in a world of strife,
And this glorious triumph over death’s dark fears
Is the world’s best gift in an age of countless tears.

Oh, the grand old Book and the dear old faith
Are the Rock on which I stand!
Oh, the grand old Book and the dear old faith
Are the hope of every land!

Standing at the portal
Of the opening year,
Words of comfort meet us,
Hushing every fear;
Spoken thru the silence
By our Savior’s voice,
Tender, strong and faithful,
Making us rejoice.

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Onward, then, and fear not,
Children of the day;
For His Word shall never,
Never pass away.

“I, the Lord, am with thee,
Be thou not afraid;
I will help and strengthen
Be thou not dismayed.
Yea, I will uphold thee
With My own right hand;
Thou art called and chosen
In My sight to stand.”

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For the year before us,
O what rich supplies!
For the poor and needy
Living streams shall rise;
For the sad and sinful
Shall His grace abound;
For the faint and feeble
Perfect strength be found.

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He will never fail us,
He will not forsake;
For His eternal covenant
He will never break.
Resting on the promise,
What have we to fear?
God is all sufficient
For the coming year.

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The starry firmament on high,
And all the glories of the sky,
Yet shine not to Thy praise, O Lord,
So brightly as Thy written Word.

The hopes that holy Word supplies,
Its truths divine and precepts wise,
In each a heavenly beam I see,
And every beam conducts to Thee.

Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail,
The moon forget her nightly tale,
And deepest silence hush on high,
The radiant chorus of the sky.

But, fixed, for everlasting years,
Unmoved amid the wreck of spheres,
Thy Word shall shine in cloudless day,
When Heaven and earth have passed away.