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The glorious day is rolling on—
All glory to the Lord!
When fair as at creation’s dawn
The earth will be restor’d.
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A perfect harvest then will crown
The renovated soil;
And rich abundance drop around,
Without corroding toil:
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For in its own primeval bloom,
Will nature smile again;
And blossoms streaming with perfume,
Adorn the verdant plain.
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The Saints will then, with pure delight,
Possess the holy land;
And walk with Jesus Christ in white,
And in his presence stand.
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What glorious prospects! can we claim
These hopes, and call them our’s?
Yes, if through faith in Jesus name,
We conquer satan’s pow’rs.
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If we, like Jesus bear the cross—
Like him despise the shame;
And count all earthly things but dross,
For his most holy name.
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Then while the pow’rs of darkness rage,
With glory in our view,
In Jesus’ strength let us engage,
To press to Zion too.
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For Zion will like Eden bloom;
And Jesus come to reign—
The Saints immortal from the tomb
With angels meet again.