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Hail, the happy day approaching,
When the sacred word shall spread
To the earth’s remotest regions,
And to life restore the dead;
When all nations
Shall acknowledge Christ their head.
Yes, we trust the day is breaking,
Joyful times are near at hand;
God, the mighty God, is speaking
By his word to every land:
Mark his progress —
Darkness flies at his command.
Foes are many, strong and daring,
Sin abounding like a flood,
But the Saviour is preparing
Means to spread his truth abroad:
Every language
Soon shall tell the love of God.
God of mercy, high and glorious,
let thy people see thy hand;
Make the gospel soon victorious,
Save the lost in every land:
Perish idols!
Perish at the Lord’s command.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 72:11;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1853 | # 197 |
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