Sound, trumpets;
Proclaim the day of the Lord.
Clang, cymbals;
Make a joyous noise.
Sing, seraphim. Sing, cherubim.
Witness to the glory of the Lord God Almighty.
There is no other higher,
There is no other purer,
There is no other brighter,
Than the Morning Star
Rising, risen, reigning.
Still not your voices.
Loose the tongues of nations.
Let praises roll like prairie thunder;
Honor and glory like the waves of the ocean.
Sons of men and angels, lift up your hands.
Daughters, dance, redeemed, before the throne.
There is no other wisdom,
There is no other justice,
There is no other freedom,
Than in the slain Lamb
Rising, risen, reigning.
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