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2 What though the spicy breezes
Bows down to wood and stone!
3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
The joyful sound proclaim,
4 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story,
It spreads from pole to pole;
ORD of the harvest! hear
Thy needy servants' ery:
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Answer our faith's effectual prayer,
Our wants are in Thy view;
2 Convert and send forth more Into Thy Church abroad;
And let them speak Thy word of power,
The word of general grace;
Thee let them preach, the common Lord,
3 Oh, let them spread Thy name;
And tell each creature under heaven,
OH, that the Lord's salvation
Were out of Zion come,
To heal His ancient nation,
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TRIUMPHANT Zion! lift thy head
Though humbled long, awake at length,
Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease
B The shades disperse, the dawn appear;
QEHOLD th' expected time draw near,
The barren wilderness assume
The beauteous tints of Eden's bloom.
3 Come, let us with a grateful heart
4 Our hearts exult in songs of praise
WON, afflicted with Wfort,
no m Whom no man can comfort, whom no man
With darkness surrounded, by terrors dismay'd, In toiling and rowing, thy strength is decay'd. 2 Loud roaring, the billows now nigh overwhelm, But skilful 's the Pilot who sits at the helm; His wisdom conducts thee, His power defends; In safety and quiet thy warfare He ends. 3 "O fearful! O faithless!" in mercy He cries; "My promise, my truth, are they light in thine eyes?
Still, still I am with thee, my promise shall stand; Through tempest and tossing I'll bring thee to land."
Bin latter days shall rise
EHOLD, the mountain of the Lord
Above the mountains and the hills, And draw the wond'ring eyes. 2 To this, the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues, shall flow: Up to the hill of God," they say, "And to His house, we'll go.”
3 The beam that shines on Zion's hill
The King who reigns in Zion's towers
4 No strife shall vex Messiah's reign,
To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,
5 Come, then, oh, come from ev'ry land,
And, walking in the light of God,
Bright o'er the hills dawns the day-star of glad
Rise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'el.
2 Strong were thy foes; but the arm that subdued
And scatter'd their legions, was mightier far; They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them,
Vain were their steeds, and their chariots of
Daughter of Zion, the Power that hath saved thee Extoll'd with the harp and the timbrel should
Shout! for the foe is destroy'd that enslaved
Th' oppressor is vanquish'd, and Zion is free!