To raze the walls of Satan’s hold!
The trumpet coming thus between,
The hand that held it scarce was seen.
But when the Captain says, “Well done,
Thou good and faithful servant—come!
Lay down the pitcher and the lamp
Lay down the trumpet—leave the camp,”
The weary hands will then be seen,
Clasped in those pierced ones—naught between.(Text.)
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