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THE THREE ADVENTS.
The Eternal Word came down from heaven
Wrapped in our human clay;
Beneath his voice the tombs were riven
And searched with blaze of day.
Wrapped in our human clay;
Beneath his voice the tombs were riven
And searched with blaze of day.
He comes again—the Spirit's power,
On soft and dove-like wing;
I breathe in this thy advent hour
The balmiest gales of Spring!
On soft and dove-like wing;
I breathe in this thy advent hour
The balmiest gales of Spring!
And when thy voice, like thunders loud,
Brings on the judgment day,
And through this intervening cloud
Doth cleave thy shining way,
Brings on the judgment day,
And through this intervening cloud
Doth cleave thy shining way,
Let thy white robe of righteousness
Our trusting souls adorn,
And be the shinings of thy face
The eternal Christmas Morn!
Our trusting souls adorn,
And be the shinings of thy face
The eternal Christmas Morn!
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