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Harmony Chant
by Stephen Foster
(revised by Cinzi Lavin)
Behold th’expected time draws near,
The shades disperse, the dawn appear.
Behold the wilderness assume
The beauteous tints of Eden’s bloom,
The beauteous tints of Eden’s bloom.
Events and prophecies conspire
To raise our faith, our zeal to fire,
The ripening fields, already white,
Present a harvest to our sight,
Present a harvest to our sight.
The untaught spirit waits to know
The joy the morning will bestow;
The exiled captive, to receive
The freedom that love has to give,
The freedom that love has to give.
Behold th’expected time draws near,
The shades disperse, the dawn appear.
Behold the wilderness assume
The beauteous tints of Eden’s bloom,
The beauteous tints of Eden’s bloom.
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Harmony Chant (original text)
by Stephen Foster
Behold th’ expected time draw near,
The shades disperse, the dawn appears;
Behold the wilderness assume
The beauteous tints of Eden’s bloom.
Events, with prophecies, conspire
To raise our faith, our zeal to tire:
The rip’ning fields, already white,
Present a harvest to our sight.
The untaught heathen waits to know
The joy the gospel will bestow;
The exil’d slave waits to receive
The freedom Jesus has to give.