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Hark! for the great Creator speaks;
In silence let the earth attend;
And when his words of grace are heard,
In grateful adoration bend.
“‘T is I create the fruit of praise,
And give the broken heart to sing;
Peace, heavenly peace, my lips proclaim,
Pleased with the happy news they bring.”
Receive the tidings with delight,
Ye Gentile nations from afar;
And you, the children of his love,
Whom grace hath brought already near.
To these, to those, his sovereign hand
its healing energy imparts;
Peace, peace, be echoed from your tongues,
And echoed from consenting hearts.
Enjoy the health which God hath wrought,
Nor let the daily tribute cease,
Till changed for more exalted songs
In regions of eternal peace.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1851 | # 219 |
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