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Now the shadows flee and vanish,
And the blessed morning came
When ten thousand silver trumpets
Free salvation shall proclaim;
All the islands
Through the world shall hear the sound.

Now the living branch of Jesse
Shall with glorious beauty shine,
And the negro and the Indian
Look unto the Man divine;
And with rapture
Sing the glorious theme of love.

Now shall cease and wholly vanish
Every meaner base delight;
Jesus, the desire and object
Of the black and of the white,
To the chiefest
Sinners, grace shall more abound.

Come unto the living fountain,
Sinners therefore haste away;
Hear the call and do not squander
Precious moments thus away:
Eat and welcome,
Drink the pure delicious wine.

Now the shadows flee and vanish,
And the blessed morning came
When ten thousand silver trumpets
Free salvation shall proclaim;
All the islands
Through the world shall hear the sound.

Now the living branch of Jesse
Shall with glorious beauty shine,
And the negro and the Indian
Look unto the Man divine;
And with rapture
Sing the glorious theme of love.

Now shall cease and wholly vanish
Every meaner base delight;
Jesus, the desire and object
Of the black and of the white,
To the chiefest
Sinners, grace shall more abound.

Come unto the living fountain,
Sinners therefore haste away;
Hear the call and do not squander
Precious moments thus away:
Eat and welcome,
Drink the pure delicious wine.
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