When Jordan hushed his waters still,
And silence slept on Zion’s hill;
When Bethlehem’s shepherds through the night
Watched o’er their flocks by starry light:
Hark! from the midnight hills around,
A voice of more than mortal sound,
In distant hallelujahs stole,
Wild murm’ring o’er the raptured soul.
“O Zion! lift thy raptured eye,
The long expected hour is nigh;
The joys of nature rise again,
The Prince of Salem comes to reign.
“He comes, to cheer the trembling heart,
Bids Satan and his host depart;
Again the day-star gilds the gloom,
Again the bowers of Eden bloom.”
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