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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>CHRIST IS COMING!</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain.” Romans 8:22</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_m_a_macduff_jr.jpg" alt="John Ross Macduff (1818-1895)" width="133.333333333333" height="213.333333333333"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_a_macduff_jr.html" target="_blank">John Ross Macduff</a>, 1853.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Unser Herrscher,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_neander_j.html" target="_blank">Joachim Neander</a>, 1680 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_u_n_unserher.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_e_neander_j.jpg" alt="Joachim Neander (1650-1680)" width="137.333333333333" height="194"></td>
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<p>Christ is coming! Let creation<br>
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From her groans and travail cease;<br>
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Let the glorious proclamation<br>
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Hope restore and faith increase;<br>
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Christ is coming! Christ is coming!<br>
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Come, Thou blessèd Prince of Peace.</p>
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<p>Earth can now but tell the story<br>
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Of Thy bitter cross and pain;<br>
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She shall yet behold Thy glory,<br>
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When Thou comest back to reign;<br>
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Christ is coming! Christ is coming!<br>
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Let each heart repeat the strain.</p>
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<p>Though once cradled in a manger,<br>
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Oft no pillow but the sod;<br>
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Here an alien and a stranger,<br>
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Mocked of men, disowned of God.<br>
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Christ is coming! Christ is coming!<br>
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Come, Thou blessèd Prince of Peace!</p>
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<p>Long Thine exiles have been pining,<br>
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Far from rest, and home, and Thee;<br>
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But, in heav’nly vestures shining,<br>
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They their loving Lord shall see;<br>
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Christ is coming! Christ is coming!<br>
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Haste the joyous jubilee.</p>
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<p>With that blessèd hope before us,<br>
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Let no harp remain unstrung;<br>
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Let the mighty advent chorus<br>
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Onward roll from tongue to tongue:<br>
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“Christ is coming! Christ is coming!<br>
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Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come!”</p>
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