A ransomed earth breaks forth in song,
Her sin-stained ages over-past;
Her yearning, Lord, how long, how long?
Exchanged for joy at last-at last.
Angels, carry the royal commands;
Peace beams forth throughout all the lands:
The trees of the field shall clap their hands-
What will it be when the King comes!
(Emily E.S. Elliot, 1836-1897)
Her sin-stained ages over-past;
Her yearning, Lord, how long, how long?
Exchanged for joy at last-at last.
Angels, carry the royal commands;
Peace beams forth throughout all the lands:
The trees of the field shall clap their hands-
What will it be when the King comes!
(Emily E.S. Elliot, 1836-1897)
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