John Logan

(1748-1788 / Scotland)

Hymn Vii. Messiah! At Thy Glad Approach - Poem by John Logan

Messiah! at thy glad approach
The howling winds are still!
Thy praises fill the lonely waste,
And breathe from every hill.

The hidden fountains, at thy call,
Their sacred stores unlock;
Loud in the desert, sudden streams
Burst living from the rock.

The incense of the spring ascends
Upon the morning gale:
Red o'er the hill the roses bloom,
The lilies in the vale.

Renew'd, the earth a robe of light,
A robe of beauty wears;
And in new heavens a brighter sun
Leads on the promised years.

The kingdom of Messiah come
Appointed times disclose;
And fairer in Emmanuel's Land
The new creation glows.

Let Israel to the Prince of Peace
The loud Hosannah sing!
With Hallelujahs and with hymns,
O Zion, hail thy King!


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010



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