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48 The Book of Praise.
He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray, And on the eye-balls of the blind
To pour celestial day.
He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of His grace
To enrich the humble poor.
Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim, And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.
Ph Hip Doddridge. 1755.
XLTIT.
Lo ! He comes ! let all adore Him !
'Tis the God of grace and truth ! Go ! prepare the way before Him,
Make the rugged places smooth ! Lo ! He comes, the mighty Lord ! Great His work, and His reward.
Let the valleys all be raised ;
Go, and make the crooked straight; Let the mountains be abased ;
Let all nature change its state ; Through the desert mark a road, Make a highway for our God.
Through the desert God is going, Through the desert waste and wild,
Where no goodly plant is growing, Where no verdure ever smiled; |
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