Thy bright example to Thy doctrine join,

And by their morals prove their faith divine!

Boyse.

Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates,

The King of Glory comes! He comes to clothe

This mortal in the unperishable garb

Of immortality! Hear it, ye dead,

Hear the glad tidings! and with trembling hope

Expect that day, when at th’ Archangel’s trump,

From the long sleep of many thousand years