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Isles of the south, awake

Isles of the south, awake

Author: W. G. Brown
Tune: [Isles of the south, awake]
Published in 17 hymnals

Printable scores: PDF, Noteworthy Composer
Audio files: MIDI

Full Text

1 Isles of the south, awake!
The song of triumph sing;
Let mount, and hill and vale,
With hallelujahs ring:
Shout, for the idols overthrown,
And Israel’s God is God alone.

2 Wild wastes of Afric, shout!
Your shackled sons are free;
No mother wails her child
’Neath the banana tree:
No slave ship dashes on thy shore;
The clank of chains is heard no more.

3 Shout, vales of India, shout!
No funeral fires blaze high;
No idol song sings loud,
As rolls the death-car by:
The banner of the cross now waves
Where Christian heralds made their graves.

4 Shout, rocky hills of Greece!
The crescent head lies low;
No Moslem flings his chain
Around the Christian now;
But Greek and Moslem join in one
To praise the Savior, God the Son.

5 Shout, hills of Palestine!
Have you forgot the groan,
The spear, the thorn, the cross,
The wine press trod alone,
The dying prayer that rose from thee,
Thou garden of Gethsemane?

6 Hail, glad millennial day!
O, shout, ye heavens above!
Today the nations sing
The song, redeeming love:
Redeeming love the song shall be:
Hail, blessèd year of jubilee!

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8026

Author: W. G. Brown

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First Line: Isles of the south, awake
Author: W. G. Brown



The Cyber Hymnal #8026
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