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[O herald whisper falling]
‘Behold, the Bridegroom cometh!’—
Matt. xxv. 6.
Matt. xxv. 6.
O herald whisper falling
Upon the passing night,
Mysteriously calling
The Children of the Light!
Upon the passing night,
Mysteriously calling
The Children of the Light!
He cometh; oh, He cometh!
Our own belovèd Lord!
This blessed hope up-summeth
Our undeserved reward.
Our own belovèd Lord!
This blessed hope up-summeth
Our undeserved reward.
He cometh! Though the hour,
Nor earth nor heaven may know,
Sure is the word of power,
‘He cometh!’ Even so!
Nor earth nor heaven may know,
Sure is the word of power,
‘He cometh!’ Even so!
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