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Come, gather boughs of palm,
Down in the groves where Jordan winds his way;
Or, breathing airs of balm,
Pluck the dark myrtle's snowy-blossomed spray;
Pines from the lofty height,
Where roam the wolf and bear on Hermon's hill,
Or willow gleaming white,
Where sleep the moonbeams on the waters still;
Yes, bring them one and all,
And on the roof, beneath the autumn sky,
What time the trumpets call,
Wreathe, twist, and twine the leafy canopy.
There, as the sun sinks low,
And purpling glory flashes all the West,

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In solemn cadence slow
Chant the old hymn that speaks of peace and rest:
There, when the clouds unfold,
Far in the East, the tints of opening dawn,
And Ophir's fiery gold
Is poured from Heaven on each high mountain lawn,
There raise the anthem clear,
The Hallelujahs by our fathers sung,
And, spreading far and near,
Let the loud chorus pour from every tongue.