Messiah! At Thy Glad Approach
The Howling Winds Are Still;
Thy Praises Fill The Lonely Waste,
And Breathe From Every Hill.
The Incense Of The Spring Ascends
Upon The Morning Gale;
Red Over The Hill The Roses Bloom,
The Lilies In The Vale.
Renewed, The Earth A Robe Of Light,
A Robe Of Beauty Wears;
And In New Heavens A Brighter Sun
Leads On The Promised Years.
Let Israel To The Prince Of Peace
The Loud Hosanna Sing;
With Hallelujahs, And With Hymns,
O Zion, Hail Thy King.
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