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  1. There’s a bad moon rising,
    the end is coming soon,
    and out on the horizon
    foregather clouds of doom.
    I don’t know how we got here,
    and why the evil days,
    but to keep the picture clear
    I’ll set myself to praise
    our Risen and returning Lord,
    wait for that golden horn
    whose trumpet-sound will point me toward
    a world made new, reborn
    in bright clouds of joyful glory,
    the true beginning of the story.

  2. Such a beautiful hymn and reflection! The thought of beholding Him face to face is almost beyond imagination yet so filled with spine-tingling hope.

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