Spiritual Melody Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach |
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| 167. | HYMN 167. Glorious Light shining forth.
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HYMN 167. Glorious Light shining forth.
Now Christ is preached unto us,
His glorious Name made known;
The Morning-Star sends forth his light,
Dark Shadows now are gone.
His glorious Name made known;
The Morning-Star sends forth his light,
Dark Shadows now are gone.
The Morning of that long'd for Day
Will soon break forth amain,
When glory great shall fill the Earth,
And Jesus Christ shall reign.
Will soon break forth amain,
When glory great shall fill the Earth,
And Jesus Christ shall reign.
'Twill quickly be that we shall sing
A new and pleasant Song,
And shall exalt poor Sions King,
For whose sweet day we long.
A new and pleasant Song,
And shall exalt poor Sions King,
For whose sweet day we long.
He thar his Soul pour'd forth to death,
And dy'd a Sacrifice,
Will like a Lyon quickly rouze,
And all his Foes surprize.
And dy'd a Sacrifice,
Will like a Lyon quickly rouze,
And all his Foes surprize.
The gracious Lamb that hither came
For Sinners to be slain,
Is worthy of all glory great,
And therefore shall he reign.
For Sinners to be slain,
Is worthy of all glory great,
And therefore shall he reign.
The Song of Moses and the Lamb
Redeemed Ones shall sing;
O let us on his side be found
Sincere in ev'ry thing.
Redeemed Ones shall sing;
O let us on his side be found
Sincere in ev'ry thing.
O happy they who thee have got
That suffered on the Tree,
And count all things as Dung and Dross
When once compar'd to thee.
That suffered on the Tree,
And count all things as Dung and Dross
When once compar'd to thee.
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Then shall we find peace in our mind
When thus we prize thy Name;
And fill'd shall we with glory be,
Whilst others fill'd with shame.
When thus we prize thy Name;
And fill'd shall we with glory be,
Whilst others fill'd with shame.
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