THE SONG OF TRIUMPH

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 9, 1860

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 15, No. 12.

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THE SONG OF TRIUMPH.

THE time is near when Zion's sons, With rapturous joy, shall sing the song Foretold by seers—anointed ones: "We have a city great and strong.
Salvation's walls enclose her round, Peace dwells, and praise, within her gates; Naught that defiles in her is found, That loves a lie, or virtue hates.
Open, ye gates! The glorious King Approaches with a holy throng. Open, ye gates! Saints, angels, sing On golden harps, the victor's song!
O, righteous nation! enter in, That kept the 'law of truth' below, Enter the place, all free from sin, Where life's pure waters gently flow.
Within these walls shall they remain, Who trusted, mighty Lord! in thee: Death, their last enemy, is slain— They have a right to life's fair tree."
Thus the redeemed to Zion come, With songs and everlasting joy; Angelic legions waft them home, While shouts of praise their harps employ. R. F. C.