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The hour must come, perchance it draweth nigh,
The fast unfolding dawn of prophecy,
When the first-born to Zion shall return,
And look on Him whom they have pierced, and mourn;
When o'er earth's verdant fields, one flock shall stray,
One shepherd lead, and all his voice obey:—
When holiest love shall ev'ry heart inflame,
And every tongue confess Immanuel's name!
Warm'd with such hopes, tho' vain to feeble sense,
Be Heaven's eternal word your confidence;
With zeal, around, your glorious mission spread,
And make your Father's will, your daily bread.
May He, in every hour of need provide,
In sickness cheer you, and thro' dangers guide;
Make smooth and plain your path, where'er you go;
Whilst you, like Paul, the Gospel-trumpet blow,
Who with a crown in sight, a heaven, a home,
All things could bear, stripes, bonds, and martyrdom.
The fast unfolding dawn of prophecy,
When the first-born to Zion shall return,
And look on Him whom they have pierced, and mourn;
When o'er earth's verdant fields, one flock shall stray,
One shepherd lead, and all his voice obey:—
When holiest love shall ev'ry heart inflame,
And every tongue confess Immanuel's name!
Warm'd with such hopes, tho' vain to feeble sense,
Be Heaven's eternal word your confidence;
With zeal, around, your glorious mission spread,
And make your Father's will, your daily bread.
May He, in every hour of need provide,
In sickness cheer you, and thro' dangers guide;
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Whilst you, like Paul, the Gospel-trumpet blow,
Who with a crown in sight, a heaven, a home,
All things could bear, stripes, bonds, and martyrdom.
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