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Text: | Lift up your heads, rejoice, |
Author: | Rev. Thomas T. Lynch |
1 Lift up your heads, rejoice,
Redemption draweth nigh;
Now breathes a softer air,
Now shines a milder sky;
The early trees put forth
Their new and tender leaf;
Hushed is the moaning wind
That told of winter's grief.
2 Lift up your heads, rejoice,
Redemption draweth nigh;
Now mount the laden clouds,
Now flames the darkening sky;
The early scattered drops
Descend with heavy fall,
And to the waiting earth
The hidden thunders call.
3 Lift up your heads, rejoice,
Redemption draweth nigh;
O note the varying signs
Of earth, and air, and sky;
The God of glory comes
In gentleness and might,
To comfort and alarm,
To succor and to smite.
4 He comes, the wide world's King;
He comes, the true heart's Friend,
New gladness to begin,
And ancient wrong to end;
He comes to fill with light
The weary, waiting eye:
Lift up your heads, rejoice,
Redemption draweth nigh.
Amen.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Lift up your heads, rejoice, |
Author: | Rev. Thomas T. Lynch (1856) |
Publication Date: | 1895 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |