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Lo, I behold the scattering shades

Author: Rev. Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Clifton Chapel Collection of "Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs" #1358 (1881) Hymnal Title: The Clifton Chapel Collection of "Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs"

Lo I behold the scattering shades

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors to which are added, a number never before published. #365 (1810) Hymnal Title: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors to which are added, a number never before published.

A prospect of resurrection

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCCLXV (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors First Line: Lo! I behold the scatt'ring shades Lyrics: 1 Lo! I behold the scatt'ring shades, The dawn of heav'n appears; The sweet immortal morning spreads It blushes round the spheres. 2 I see the Lord of glory come, And flaming guards around; The skies divide to make him room, The trumpet shakes the ground. 3 I hear the voice,"Ye dead arise!" And lo, the graces obey; And waking saints with joyful eyes Salute th' expected day. 4 They leave the dust, and on the wing Rise to the midway air, In shining garments meet their king, And low adore him there. 5 O may our humble spirits stand, Among them cloth'd in white! The meanest place at his right hand Is infinite delight. 6 How will our joy and wonder rise, When our returning King Shall bear us homeward through the skies, On love's triumphant wing! Topics: Resurrction Prospect of Languages: English

A prospect of resurrection

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CCCLXV (1802) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Hartford Selection of Hymns First Line: Lo! I behold the scatt'ring shades Lyrics: 1 Lo! I behold the scatt'ring shades, The dawn of heav'n appears; The sweet immortal morning spreads It blushes round the spheres. 2 I see the Lord of glory come, And flaming guards around; The skies divide to make him room, The trumpet shakes the ground. 3 I hear the voice,"Ye dead arise!" And lo, the graces obey; And waking saints with joyful eyes Salute th' expected day. 4 They leave the dust, and on the wing Rise to the midway air, In shining garments meet their king, And low adore him there. 5 O may our humble spirits stand, Among them cloth'd in white! The meanest place at his right hand Is infinite delight. 6 How will our joy and wonder rise, When our returning King Shall bear us homeward through the skies, On love's triumphant wing! Topics: Resurrction Prospect of Languages: English