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Hark, a herald voice is calling; "Christ is nigh," it seems to say; "Cast away the dreams of darkness, O ye children of the day." |
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Startled at the solemn warning, Let the earthbound soul arise; Christ her Sun, all sloth dispelling, Shines upon the morning skies. |
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Lo, the Lamb so long expected, Comes with pardon down from heav'n; Let us haste, with tears of sorrow, One and all to be forgiv'n. |
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So when next He comes with glory, Shrounding all the earth in fear, May He then as our defender, On the clouds of heav'n appear. |