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THE LORD IS COME.
Light o'er the darkened hills
Breaks forth at last, and fills
The glowing sky;
See, a new dayspring born
Kindles a holy morn,
Beaming on lands forlorn,
While shadows fly.
Breaks forth at last, and fills
The glowing sky;
See, a new dayspring born
Kindles a holy morn,
Beaming on lands forlorn,
While shadows fly.
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Glory to God on high,
Wide let the echo fly!
His flag, unfurled,
Shall tell new wonders done.
Shall boast new triumphs won,—
His, the Immortal crown,
The conquered world.
Wide let the echo fly!
His flag, unfurled,
Shall tell new wonders done.
Shall boast new triumphs won,—
His, the Immortal crown,
The conquered world.
Welcome the glorious morn,
Welcome the hosts, new-born,
Praise and adore.
Dispersed the heathen's gloom,
Thousands to Christ have come;
In Christ there still is room
For thousands more.
Welcome the hosts, new-born,
Praise and adore.
Dispersed the heathen's gloom,
Thousands to Christ have come;
In Christ there still is room
For thousands more.
Hail, mighty Conqueror, hail!
Thy promise will not fail;
Thy crown assume.
Speak from Thy throne on high,
Bid the glad tidings fly,
And heaven and earth reply,
“The Lord is come!”
Thy promise will not fail;
Thy crown assume.
Speak from Thy throne on high,
Bid the glad tidings fly,
And heaven and earth reply,
“The Lord is come!”
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