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THE HERALD'S CRY IN THE DESERT.
"He was not that Light; but was sent to bear witness of that Light."
ST. JOHN i. 8.
AWAKE, O ye nations, and, shaking The slumber of death from your eyes, Behold the fair morn in its breaking, The SUN of all glory arise.
He comes, mist, and dimness dispelling; The shadows and clouds flee away: Ho! all, that, in darkness are dwelling, Spring up, and rejoice in the day!
Ye dying, life's waters revealing, He'll show you to fountain and streams: Ye wounded, for you he brings healing; Come out and repose in his beams.
Come, all ye disconsolate, hailing Your King in his beauty and might; His raiment mount Ebal is veiling; Mount Gerizim shines with his light.
O praise him, ye weary, in wonderTo feel your hard burdens unbound! Ye captives, your bars fall asunder; With shoutings leap forth at the sound.