GREAT M ILTON T UNE

Exalt, ye saints, the Lord your King,
While time incessant moves:
Christians of grace should always sing,
For Jesus always loves.

Swift as the winged moments roll
Our feet to Canaan move;
And soon shall each enraptur'd soul
Be swallow'd up in love.

Soon shall the heav'nly gates unfold
To us their pearly leaves,
And we shall with these eyes behold
What now our faith believes.

There shall our disembody'd souls
With all they seek be bless'd;
And bathe, till time no longer rolls,
In undisturbed rest:

Then with our glorious Lord descend
Betwixt the op'ning skies,
And hear his voice the mountains rend,
And see the dead arise.

And (while in flames the wicked burn)
With bodies heav'nly fair,
Home with our Jesus we'll return,
And sing his praises there.