THE HERALD'S CRY IN THE DESERT.

Awake, O ye nations, and, shaking

The slumber of death from your eyes,

Behold the fair morn in its breaking,

The SUN of all glory arise.

He comes, mist and dimness dispelling;

The shadows and clouds flee away:

Ho! all, that in darkness are dwelling,

Spring up, and rejoice in the day!

Ye dying, life's waters revealing,

He‘ ll show you to fountain and streams:

Ye wounded, for you he brings healing;

Come out and repose in his beams.

Come, all ye disconsolate, hailing

Your King in his beauty and might;

His raiment mount Ebal is veiling;

Mount Gerizim shines with his light.

O praise him, ye weary, in wonder

To feel your hard burdens unbound!

Ye captives, your bars fall asunder;

With shoutings leap forth at the sound.

Your names on his breastplate he‘ s wearing;

They‘ re set as the seal of his ring;

Ye nations, your highways preparing,

Receive, and be glad in your King!