| Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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| 1 |
Not many years their rounds shall roll, Each moment brings it nigh, Ere all its glories stand revealed, To our admiring eye. Ye wheels of nature, speed your course, Ye mortal pow'rs decay; Fast as ye bring the night of death, Ye bring eternal day. |
AWAKE, ye Saints, and raise your Eyes,, Stanzas 3 & 4 |
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| 2 |
Through storms and hurricanes arise, The desert all around, And fiery serpents oft appear, Through the enchanted ground. Dark nights and clouds and gloomy fear— And dragons often roar— But while the gospel trump we hear, We'll press for Canaan's shore. |
Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls,, Stanza 2 |