Concluding Hymn

" HOW long shall death the tyrant reign, And triumph o'er the just?" How long shall WASHINGTON remain A prisoner in the dust?

"Lo, I behold the scatter'd shades, The dawn of Heaven appears; The sweet immortal morning spreads Its blushes round the spheres.

I see the LORD of glory come, And flaming guards around; The skies divide to make him room, The trumpet shakes the ground.

I hear the voice, "Ye dead arise!" And lo the graves obey: And waking saints with joyful eyes Salute the' expected day.

They leave the dust and on the wing Rise to the midway air, In shining garments meet their King, And low adore him there."