The Awakening (EN 5291)

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The morning breaks, ’tis bright and clear,

The shadows of the night are flying swift away;

A stirring cry salutes the ear:

Jesus is coming soon.

The song of jubilee,

It sweeps o’er land and sea;

With thousand voices strong

The chorus speeds along—

One word of hope and cheer:

The kingdom now is near,

Jesus is coming soon,

Jesus is coming soon!

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By form and creed are millions bound,

But God hath sent the Word to loose the iron band—

Deliv’rance dawns with this glad sound:

Jesus is coming soon.

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Salvation nears—the saints arise,

And from the sleep of death the slumb’ring nations wake;

We too shall mount the starry skies.

Jesus is coming soon.

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Our glorious King is coming soon—

It may be darkest night, it may be morn or noon;

In glory then His saints will reign.

Jesus is coming soon.

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Awake, ye nations, from the dead,

With everlasting joy let praise your tongues employ;

By this sweet hope be comforted;

Jesus is coming soon.

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All praise and glory to His Name!

The King of kings is He, earth’s Sov’reign yet to be;

Let all the saints aloud proclaim,

Jesus is coming soon.