Dark is this long-protracted night
Of earthly perils, weakness, woes—
Fulfil thy word, thou Lord of light;
"Meet" us, and scatter all our foes:
Put on thy sword, thou God of war;
Shine on our souls, thou "Morning Star."

Oh let the sacred trumpet sound!

Oh let the "dead in Christ arise! Then, lift us from the cleaving ground, And plant us in the kindling skies; And be it ours through countless days The song of gratitude to raise.

FINIS.

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