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M0:|c:A|t:EWS 108 See, the Conqu'ror mounts in triumpg|a:Christopher Wordsworth 1807-1885|h:REX GLORIAE Henry Thomas Smart 1813-1879|r:8.7.8.7. D|m:4/4|
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E1:See, the Conqu'_ror mounts in tri_umph;/see the King in roy_al state,/rid_ing on the clouds, his char_iot,/to his heav'n_ly pal_ace gate./Hear the choir of an_gel voic_es/joy_ful al_le_lui_as sing,/and the gates on high are op_ened/to re_ceive their heav'n_ly King.
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E2:Who is this that comes in glo_ry,/trump_ets sound with ju_bi_lee?/Lord of bat_tles, God of ar_mies,/he has gained the vic_to_ry./He who on the cross did suf_fer,/he who from the grave a_rose,/he has con_quered sin and Sa_tan,/he by death has beat his foes.
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E3:While He raised His hands in bless_ing,/He was part_ed from His friends;/While their ea_ger eyes be_hold Him,/He up_on the clouds as_cends;/He who walked with God and pleased Him,/Preach_ing truth and doom to come,/He, our E_noch, is trans_lat_ed/To His ev_er_last_ing home.
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E4:Now our heav’n_ly Aa_ron en_ters,/With His blood, with_in the veil;/Jos_hua now is come to Ca_naan,/And the kings be_fore Him quail;/Now He plants the tribes of Isr_ael/In their pro_mised rest_ing place;/Now our great E_li_jah of_fers/Dou_ble por_tion of His grace.
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E5:You have raised our hu_man na_ture/on the clouds to God's right hand;/there we'll sit in heav'n_ly plac_es,/there with you in glo_ry stand./Je_sus reigns, a_dored by an_gels,/man with God is on the throne;/might_y Lord, in your as_cen_sion/we by faith be_hold our own.
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E6:Ho_ly Ghost, il_lu_mi_na_tor,/Shed Thy beams up_on our eyes,/Help us to look up with Steph_en,/And to see bey_ond the skies,/Where the Son of Man in glo_ry/Stand_ing is at God’s right hand,/Beckon_ing on His mar_tyr ar_my,/Suc_cor_ing His faith_ful band.
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E7:See Him, who is gone be_fore us,/Heav’n_ly man_sions to pre_pare,/See Him, who is ev_er plead_ing/For us with pre_vail_ing prayer;/See Him, who with sound of trump_et/And with His an_ge_lic train,/Sum_mon_ing the world to judg_ment,/On the clouds will come a_gain.
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E8:Lift us up from earth to Hea_ven;/Give us wings of faith and love,/Gales of ho_ly as_pi_ra_tions/Waft_ing us to realms a_bove;/That, with hearts and minds up_lift_ed/We with Christ our Lord may dwell,/Where He sits en_throned in glo_ry/In His heav’n_ly ci_ta_del.
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E9:So at last, when He ap_pear_eth,/We from out our graves may spring,/With our youth re_newed like eag_les,/Flock_ing round our heav’n_ly king,/Caught up on the clouds of Hea_ven,/And may meet Him in the air,/Rise to realms where He is reign_ing,/And may reign for ev_er there.
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E10:Glo_ry be to God the Fath_er,/Glo_ry be to God the Son,/Dy_ing, ris’n, as_cend_ing for us,/Who the heav’n_ly realm has won;/Glo_ry to the Ho_ly Spi_rit,/To one God in per_sons Three;/Glo_ry both in earth and Hea_ven,/Glo_ry, end_less glo_ry, be!
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