We soon shall hear the trumpet sound; ’Twill shake both earth and sky;
In fiery chariots then we’ll fly, and leave the world on fire,
And meet around the starry throne to tune th’ immortal lyre.
The tune is attributed to Wm. Bradshaw. Found also HH 159 and SWP 90. Dett, p. 180, and SOH 301, have the same words but different tunes.
No. 71
[BACKSLIDER], REV 208
Pentatonic, mode 3 (I II III — V VI —)
How can I vent my grief? My comforter is fled!
By day I sigh without relief And groan upon my bed.
How little did I think when first I did begin