There is sound of rejoicing around the great throne,
A whisper of myriad wings;
For the foe that accuseth us lies cast down,
And the choir of angels sings�

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Salvation, and honor, and majesty be,
Lord of all power and might unto Thee.

And the soul may approach to her God without dread,
In moment of praise of prayer;
�Fear ye not,� the bright angels of God have said,
�Glad tidings of joy we bear.�

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But the hour draweth nigh when the angel shall stand
With foot on the silent shore;
By the Lord he shall swear, as he lifts his hand,
And that Time shall be no more.

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And the thunders shall roll, and the dead, great and small,
At the throne of the Judge shall stand;
And the song shall re sound thro� the heav�nly hall,
Of the saints at God�s right hand.

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