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<h2>I HEAR TEN THOUSAND VOICES SINGING</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same, My Name shall be great among the Gentiles.” Malachi 1:11</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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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_f_o_fox_hw.gif" alt="Henry Watson Fox (1817-1848)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="132.666666666667" height="186"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_f_o_fox_hw.html" target="_blank">Henry Watson Fox</a>, 1848. This hymn was written for the jubilee of the C.M.S. (Christian Missionary Society?), probably in Masulipatam, India, where Fox had founded the Telegu Mission.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Jubilee,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_a_u_maunder_jh.html" target="_blank">John Henry Maunder</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_j_u_jubilee.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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<p>I hear ten thousand voices singing,<br>
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Their praises to the Lord on high;<br>
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Far distant shores and hills are ringing<br>
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With anthems of their nations’ joy.<br>
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“Praise ye the Lord! for He has given<br>
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To lands in darkness hid His light;<br>
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As morning rays light up the heaven,<br>
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His Word has chased away our night.”</p>
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<p>On China’s shores I hear His praises,<br>
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From lips that once kissed idol stones;<br>
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Soon as His banner He upraises,<br>
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The Spirit moves the breathless bones—<br>
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“Speed, speed! Thy Word o’er land and ocean;<br>
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The Lord in triumph has gone forth;<br>
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The nations hear with strange emotion,<br>
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From East to West, from South to North.”</p>
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<p>The song has sounded o’er the waters,<br>
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And India’s plains re-echo joy;<br>
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Beneath the moon sit India’s daughters,<br>
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Soft singing, as the wheel they ply—<br>
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“Thanks to Thee, Lord! for hope of glory,<br>
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For peace on earth to us revealed;<br>
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Our cherished idols fell before Thee,<br>
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Thy Spirit has our pardon sealed.”</p>
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