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HYMN VII.
Messiah! at thy glad approach
The howling wilds are still;
Thy praises fill the lonely waste,
And breathe from every hill.
The howling wilds are still;
Thy praises fill the lonely waste,
And breathe from every hill.
The hidden fountains, at thy call,
Their sacred stores unlock;
Loud in the desert sudden streams
Burst living from the rock.
Their sacred stores unlock;
Loud in the desert sudden streams
Burst living from the rock.
The incense of the sping ascends
Upon the morning gale;
Red o'er the hill the roses bloom
The lilies in the vale.
Upon the morning gale;
Red o'er the hill the roses bloom
The lilies in the vale.
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Renew'd, the earth a robe of light,
A robe of beauty wears;
And in new heavens a brighter Sun
Leads on the promised years.
A robe of beauty wears;
And in new heavens a brighter Sun
Leads on the promised years.
The kingdom of Messiah come,
Appointed times disclose;
And fairer in Emmanuel's land
The new Creation glows.
Appointed times disclose;
And fairer in Emmanuel's land
The new Creation glows.
Let Israel to the Prince of Peace
The loud Hosannah sing!
With Hallelujahs and with hyms,
O Zion, hail thy King!
The loud Hosannah sing!
With Hallelujahs and with hyms,
O Zion, hail thy King!
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