M ADAN 's Tune .

I know that my Redeemer lives:
And that bright morning will appear
When every soul that now believes
Shall rise and meet him in the air.

Soon shall the op'ning clouds disclose
The terrors of the Judge's frown
To all his now presumptuous foes,
And thunder swift destruction down.

The awful trumpet's solemn sound
Shall soon his near approach declare,
And all that sleep beneath the ground
His life-restoring voice shall hear.

What wondrous grandeur, pow'r and love,
Will our Redeemer then display,
While earth beneath, and heav'n above
At once his potent call obey!

But the same voice that rends the skies,
And hurls the wicked down to hell,
Shall bid the happy saints arise,
And with their Lord in glory dwell.

Triumphant over sin and death,
These bodies into life shall spring;
And tune their first celestial breath
A bleeding Saviour's love to sing.