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Christ is coming! let creation
bid her groans and travail cease;
let the glorious proclamation
hope restore, and faith increase:
Christ is coming!
Come, thou blessèd Prince of Peace.
Earth can now but tell the story
of thy bitter cross and pain;
she shall yet behold thy glory,
when thou comest back to reign:
Christ is coming!
Let each heart repeat the strain.
Though once cradled in a manger;
oft no pillow but the sod;
here an alien and a stranger,
mocked of man, and bruised of God -
all creation
yet shall own thy kingly rod.
Long thine exiles have been pining,
far from rest, and home, and thee;
but in heavenly vesture shining,
they shall soon thy glory see:
Christ is coming!
Haste the joyous jubilee!
With that blessèd hope before us,
let no harp remain unstrung;
let the mighty advent chorus
onward roll from tongue to tongue:
Christ is coming!
Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come!
John Ross MacDuff (1818-1895)