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Bradshaw
1. When Gabriel's awful trump shall sound, And rend the rocks, convulse the ground, And give to time her utmost bound, Ye dead, arise to judgment; See lightnings flash and thunders roll, See earth wrapped up like parchment scroll; Comets blaze, Sinners raise, Dread amaze, Horrors seize The guilty sons of Adam's race, Unsaved from sin by Jesus. | 2. The Christian filled with rapturous joy, Midst flaming worlds he mounts on high, To meet the Savior in the sky, And see the face of Jesus; The soul and body reunite, And filled with glory infinity, Blessed day, Christians say! Will you pray, That we may All join the happy company, To praise the name of Jesus. | |