Saturday, December 4, 2010

I Rejoice

I heard a Voice say to me, "Rejoice
For the Lord is drawing near.
His hand is strong and his arm is long
And his folk need nothing fear.

Good tidings bring of the heavenly King;
Fear not, lift up your voice,
And get ye up on a mountaintop
That my people may rejoice.

Go and comfort them in Jerusalem
That in darkness long has lain.
Her sins that were shall be pardoned her
And her captors shall be slain.

Make a straight path clear in the desert drear
That the Lord may with ease pass by:
Every hill must be lowered to its knee
And the valleys lifted high.

Good tidings bring of the heavenly King,"
Says again to me this Voice,
"And get ye up on a mountaintop
That my people may rejoice.

Men are but grass, and their glories pass
Like the bloom of blossoms frail;
Withered up the stem when he breathes on them,
But our God shall never fail.

All men shall see what is yet to be,
For the Lord has said it so:
His glory shall be made known to all,
And himself will among them go.

Then tidings bring of the heavenly King,"
Cries again to me this voice,
"And get ye up on a mountaintop
That my people may rejoice."

Again it cried. But what, said I,
Shall I tell the people of?
"The King of kings his own light brings,
The wondrous light of love.

A shepherd he who will solace be
To the lost who await his reign;
Who his flock shall tend to the bitter end,
And bear their tears and pain."

Then hear me sing what the heavenly King
Has taught me by this Voice:
Make straight his way, for he comes this day;
I have heard it, and I rejoice.

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