Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By The Rivulet (1871). I. Lift up your headsThomas Toke Lynch (18181871)
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Redemption draweth nigh;
Now breathes a softer air,
Now shines a milder sky;
The early trees put forth
Their new and tender leaf;
Hushed is the moaning wind
That told of winter’s grief.
Redemption draweth nigh;
Now mount the laden clouds,
Now flames the darkening sky;
The early scattered drops
Descend with heavy fall,
And to the waiting earth
The hidden thunders call.
Redemption draweth nigh;
O, note the varying signs
Of earth, and air, and sky;
The God of Glory comes
In gentleness and might,
To comfort and alarm,
To succour and to smite.
He comes the true heart’s friend,
New gladness to begin,
And ancient wrong to end;
He comes to fill with light
The weary, waiting eye:
Lift up your heads, rejoice,
Redemption draweth nigh.