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Courts the bright vision of descending power,
And who is He ? the vast, the awful form,
Lo! cherub hands the golden courts prepare,
,-nor day, nor night ;God is their temple, and the Lamb their light : And shall not Israel's sons exulting come, Hail the glad beam, and claim their ancient home? On David's throne shall David's offspring reign, And the dry bones be warm with life again, Hark! white-rob’d crowds their deep hosannas raise, And the hoarse flood repeats the sound of praise ; Ten thousand harps attune the mystic song, Ten thousand thousand saints the strain prolong ; “ Worthy the Lamb! omnipotent to save, When died, who lives,triumphant o'er the grave!”.