Lo, blue curtains fold as the empyreal sea is made to divide,
and sudden sure as swift a man on God's steed does warring ride;
followed fleet as furiously fast his warrior train,
whom he by mortal wound and wat'ry blood did them in death by death sustain,
coming now, as before in promise hoping, on creation's day of transition,
receiving faith's due justice by one final disposition.
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