Sweet pro­mise, I will come again;
Go preach this Gos­pel to all men;
Come quick­ly, Lord, my soul doth say,
And bring that hap­py day.

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Happy day, O hap­py day!
Happy day, O hap­py day!
Come quick­ly, Lord, no more de­lay;
Come quick­ly, hap­py day.

The right­eous dead shall then arise;
With liv­ing saints as­cend the skies;
And Sa­tan in this vale of tears
Be bound a thou­sand years.

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The city bright shall then ap­pear,
The wick­ed then be raised to hear
The Judge’s aw­ful sen­tence dire,
And earth shall melt with fire.

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Then shall it blos­som as of old,
In beau­ty glo­ri­ous to be­hold!
And sin and death be found no more
On that im­mor­tal shore.

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