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Anne Steele

The Wondering Nations Have Beheld

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I. The wondring nations have beheld
The sacred prophecy fulfill’d,
And angels hail’d the glorious morn
That saw the great Messiah born:

II. The prince! the Savior! long desir’d,
Whom prophets taught, by heav’n inspir’d,
And shew’d far off the blissful day;
Rise o’er the world with healing ray.

III. Oft in the temples of his grace
His saints behold his smiling face,
And oft have seen his glory shine,
With pow’r and majesty divine:

IV. But soon alas! his absence mourn,
And pray and wish his kind return;
Without his life-inspiring light,
‘Tis all a scene of gloomy night.’

V. Come, dearest Lord, thy children cry,
Our graces droop, our comforts die;
Return, and let thy glories rise,
Again to our admiring eyes:

VI. ‘Till fill’d with light, and joy, and love,
Thy courts below, like those above,
Triumphant hallelujahs raise,
And heav’n and earth resound thy praise.


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      The Wondering Nations Have Beheld

      I. The wondring nations have beheld
      The sacred prophecy fulfill’d,
      And angels hail’d the glorious morn
      That saw the great Messiah born:

      II. The prince! the Savior! long desir’d,
      Whom prophets taught, by heav’n inspir’d,
      And shew’d far off the blissful day;
      Rise o’er the world with healing ray.

      III. Oft in the temples of his grace
      His saints behold his smiling face,
      And oft have seen his glory shine,
      With pow’r and majesty divine:

      IV. But soon alas! his absence mourn,
      And pray and wish his kind return;
      Without his life-inspiring light,
      ‘Tis all a scene of gloomy night.’

      V. Come, dearest Lord, thy children cry,
      Our graces droop, our comforts die;
      Return, and let thy glories rise,
      Again to our admiring eyes:

      VI. ‘Till fill’d with light, and joy, and love,
      Thy courts below, like those above,
      Triumphant hallelujahs raise,
      And heav’n and earth resound thy praise.