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Lo from the desert homes Where he hath




Lo! from the desert homes
Where he hath hid so long,
The new Elias comes,
In sternest wisdom strong;
The voice that cries Of Christ on high,
And judgment nigh From opening skies.


Your God eíen now doth stand
At Heavenís opening door;
His fan is in His hand,
And He will purge His floor;
The wheat He claims And with Him stows,
The chaff He throws To quenchless flames.


Ye haughty mountains, bow
Your sky-aspiring heads;
Ye valleys, hiding low,
Lift up your gentle meads;
Make His way plain Your king before,
For evermore He comes to reign.


May Thy dread voice around,
Thou harbinger of Light,
On our dull ears still sound,
Lest here we sleep in night,
Till judgment come, And on our path
Shall burst the wrath And deathless doom.


O God, with loveís sweet might,
Who dost anoint and arm
Christís soldier for the fight,
With grace that shields from harm,
Thrice blessŤd Three Heavínís endless days
Shall sing Thy praise Eternally.

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LYRICS
Meter: 6 6 6 6 8 8
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1736,1839
      Bible Refs: Mt 3:11-12;
      MUSIC
      Name: DARWALL'S 148TH
      Meter: 6 6 6 6 8 8
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1770
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        6 6 6 6 8 8
        6 6 6 6 8 8

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