HYMN 104 C. M

1 How long shall death the tyrant reign,
And triumph o’er the just;
While the rich blood of martyrs slain
Lies mingled with the dust!MIM 117.4

2 When shall the tedious night be gone?
When will our Lord appear?
Our fond desires would pray him down,
Our love embrace him here.MIM 117.5

3 Let faith arise and climb the hills,
And from afar descry
How distant are his chariot wheels,
And tell how fast they fly.MIM 118.1

4 We hear the voice, “Ye dead, arise!”
And, lo, the graves obey;
And waking saints, with joyful eyes,
Salute th’ expected day.MIM 118.2

5 O may our humble spirits stand
Among them, clothed in white!
The meanest place at his right hand
Is infinite delight.MIM 118.3

6 How shall our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King
Shall bear us homeward through the Skies
On love’s triumphant wing.MIM 118.4