And LORD, haste the day when my faith shall be sight;
The clouds be rolled back like a scroll!
The trump shall resound and my LORD shall descend,
Praise the LORD, praise the LORD, o my soul!
And LORD, haste the day when my faith shall be sight; The clouds be rolled back like a scroll! The trump shall resound and my LORD shall descend, Praise the LORD, praise the LORD, o my soul!
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