Poems by Miss H. F. Gould | ||
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THE HERALD'S CRY IN THE DESERT.
“He was not that Light; but was sent to bear witness of that Light.”
St. John i. 8.
Awake, O ye nations, and, shaking
The slumber of death from your eyes,
Behold the fair morn in its breaking,
The Sun of all glory arise.
The slumber of death from your eyes,
Behold the fair morn in its breaking,
The Sun of all glory arise.
He comes, mist and dimness dispelling;
The shadows and clouds flee away:
Ho! all, that in darkness are dwelling,
Spring up, and rejoice in the day!
The shadows and clouds flee away:
Ho! all, that in darkness are dwelling,
Spring up, and rejoice in the day!
Ye dying, life's waters revealing,
He'll show you to fountain and streams:
Ye wounded, for you he brings healing;
Come out and repose in his beams.
He'll show you to fountain and streams:
Ye wounded, for you he brings healing;
Come out and repose in his beams.
Come, all ye disconsolate, hailing
Your King in his beauty and might;
His raiment mount Ebal is veiling;
Mount Gerizim shines with his light.
Your King in his beauty and might;
His raiment mount Ebal is veiling;
Mount Gerizim shines with his light.
O praise him, ye weary, in wonder
To feel your hard burdens unbound!
Ye captives, your bars fall asunder;
With shoutings leap forth at the sound.
To feel your hard burdens unbound!
Ye captives, your bars fall asunder;
With shoutings leap forth at the sound.
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Your names on his breastplate he's wearing;
They 're set as the seal of his ring;
Ye nations, your highways preparing,
Receive, and be glad in your King!
They 're set as the seal of his ring;
Ye nations, your highways preparing,
Receive, and be glad in your King!
Poems by Miss H. F. Gould | ||