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Christ Incarnate, 49
But the desert shall be glad, And with verdure soon be clad.
Where the thorn and briar flourish'd, Trees shall there be seen to grow,
Planted by the Lord and nourish'd, Stately, fair, and fruitful too ;
They shall rise on every side,
They shall spread their branches wide,
From the hills and lofty mountains
Rivers shall be seen to flow, There the Lord will open fountains,
Thence supply the plains below ; As He passes, every land Shall confess His powerful hand*
Thomas Kelly. 1809.
XLIV.
Psalm XCVIII.
Joy to the world, the Lord is come :
Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare Him room,
And heaven and nature sing.
Joy to the earth ! the Saviour reigns ;
Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains
Repeat the sounding joy.
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground : He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.
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