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To give them songs for sighing, Their darkness turn to light, Whose souls, condemned and dying, Were precious in his sight.
He shall come down like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And joy and hope, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth: Before him on the mountains Shall peace the herald go; And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow.
Arabia's desert-ranger To him shall bow the knee; The Ethiopian stranger His glory come to see; With offerings of devotion Ships from the isles shall meet. To pour the wealth of ocean In tribute at his feet.
Kings shall fall down before him. And gold and incense bring; All nations shall adore him, His praise all people sing; To him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend; His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end.
O'er every foe victorious, He on his throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious, All-blessing and all-blest : The tide of time shall never His covenant remove; His name shall stand for ever; That name to us is Love.

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