Messiah! at thy glad approach <br />The howling winds are still! <br />Thy praises fill the lonely waste, <br />And breathe from every hill. <br /> <br />The hidden fountains, at thy call, <br />Their sacred stores unlock; <br />Loud in the desert, sudden streams <br />Burst living from the rock. <br /> <br />The incense of the spring ascends <br />Upon the morning gale: <br />Red o'er the hill the roses bloom, <br />The lilies in the vale. <br /> <br />Renew'd, the earth a robe of light, <br />A robe of beauty wears; <br />And in new heavens a brighter sun <br />Leads on the promised years. <br /> <br />The kingdom of Messiah come <br />Appointed times disclose; <br />And fairer in Emmanuel's Land <br />The new creation glows. <br /> <br />Let Israel to the Prince of Peace <br />The loud Hosannah sing! <br />With Hallelujahs and with hymns, <br />O Zion, hail thy King!<br /><br />John Logan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-vii-messiah-at-thy-glad-approach/
