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Hail the day so long expected,
Hail the year of full release.
Zion's walls are now erected
And her watchmen publish peace.
Thro' our Shiloh's wide dominion
Hear the trumpet Loudly roar,
Chorus
Babylon is fallen, is fallen, is fallen,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.
All her merchants stand with wonder,
What is this that comes to pass?
Murm'ring like the distant thunder,
Crying "O alas, alas."
Swell the sound ye kings and nobles,
Priest and people, rich and poor,
Chorus
Blow the trumpet in Mount Zion,
Christ shall come the second time;
Ruling with a rod of iron
All who now as foes combine.
Babel's garments we've rejected,
And our fellowship is o'er.
Chorus
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