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!