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| 82 THY people, Lord, who trust Thy word, And wait the smilings of Thy face, Assemble round Thy mercyseat, And plead the promise of Thy grace. Hast Thou not sworn to give Thy Son To BE A LIGHT TO GENTILE LANDS To open the benighted eye, And loose the wretched prisoners' bands P Hast Thou not said, from sea to sea His vast dominions shall extend That every tongue shall call Him Lord, And every knee before Him bend Now LET THE HAPPY TIME APPEAR, THE TIME TO FAVOUR ZION COME SEND FORTH THY HERALDS PAR AND NEAR, To CALL THY BANISH'D PEOPLE HOME. |
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