Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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1 |
How long, dear Savior, O how long Shall this bright hour delay? Fly swift around, ye wheels of time, And bring the promised day. |
Lo, what a glorious Sight appears, Stanza 6 |
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2 |
His own soft hand shall wipe the tears From ev'ry weeping eye, And pains and groans and griefs and fears Are felt and feared no more. |
Lo, what a glorious Sight appears, Stanza 5 |
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3 |
From the third heav'n where God resides, That holy, happy place, The New Jerusalem came down Adorn'd with shining grace. |
Lo, what a glorious Sight appears, Stanza 2 |
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4 |
Attending angels shout for joy, And the bright angels sing, Mortals behold the sacred seat Of our descending King. |
Lo, what a glorious Sight appears, Stanza 3 |