1 The long expected hour draws near,
The dawning is begun;
And night’s dark shadows disappear
Before the rising Sun.
2 A king is born, whose righteous sway
Shall stretch through every land:
Ye mountains bend, ye rocks give way,
And own your maker’s hand.
3 The heavenly hosts with warm delight
Their joyful praise express;
And shall not earth her voice unite,
A Savior’s name to bless?
4 Glory to God on high, they sing,
Let peace on earth prevail;
Good will to man its blessings bring,
And joys that never fail.
5 Lord, let our faith and love increase,
Our lips Thy praises tell;
And let Thy presence and Thy peace
In every bosom dwell.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9538
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9538||The Long Expected Hour Draws Near||The long expected hour draws near||MORNA||William H. Bathurst||CM||<cite>Psalms and Hymns</cite>, 1831|