Advent

A trumpet voice is calling clear,
The Baptist in the waste:
Arise; and lend attentive ear;
The time is short; the Lord is near;
Make haste.

The world is now a wilderness;
The Church uplifts the voice;
The Lord will banish all distress;
He comes to pardon, heal and bless;
Rejoice.

The captive sigh for their release,
The succour from above;
Oh, grant Thy people faith's increase,
To worship Thee in holy peace
And love.

Thy law the guide of all their ways,
Have mercy on them; then
In that most terrible of days
May every one receive his praise,
Amen.
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