The King Reigns
The King there in His beauty,
Without a veil is seen;
It were a well spent journey,
Though deaths lay between.
We have troubles on every hand
The Lamb with His powerful army
On the top of Mt Zion stand,
in the citadel of Immanuel's glory.
The elders' praise is reminiscent.
of the universe in rapturous praise
the king regal and resplendent
upon him the world fixes their gaze.
Conclusion which is of the future
And he shall reign forever.
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