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Oh, glory to God! it is coming again,
‘Tis the glad jubilee of the children of men;
Then blow ye the trumpet, shout glory and sing,
And join in the praises of Jesus the King.
Shout with the voice of triumph,
Soon shall the saints be free;
Glory to the Lord! hallelujah!
Hasten the jubilee!
‘Tis the glad antitype of that day long ago,
When the hosts of the Lord might not gather or sow;
When the minions of Israel from labor were free,
And the land was to rest in the glad jubilee. [Chorus]
Yes, gladder by far is that rest “by and by,”
When on wings like the eagle we mount to the sky;
We shall dwell evermore in that land of the blest,
In that grand jubilee, in that sabbath of rest. [Chorus]