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<h2>LIFT UP YOUR HEADS, REJOICE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Now learn a parable of the fig tree; When his branch is yet tender, and putteth forth leaves, ye know that summer is nigh: So likewise ye, when ye shall see all these things, know that it is near, even at the doors.” Matthew 24:32-33</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_l_y_lynch_tt.jpg" alt="Thomas Toke Lynch (1818-1871)" width="119.333333333333" height="172.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_l_y_lynch_tt.html" target="_blank">Thomas Toke Lynch</a>, the <em>Rivulet</em>, 1856, 1868.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “The Blessed Home,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_t_stainer_j.html" target="_blank">John Stainer</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_b_l_blessdhm.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_s_t_stainer_j.jpg" alt="John Stainer (1840-1901)" width="132" height="176.666666666667"></td>
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<p>Lift up your heads, rejoice, redemption draweth nigh;<br>
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Now breathes a softer air, now shines a milder sky;<br>
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The early trees put forth their new and tender leaf;<br>
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Hushed is the moaning wind that told of winter’s grief.</p>
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<p>Lift up your heads, rejoice, redemption draweth nigh;<br>
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Now mount the laden clouds, now flames the darkening sky;<br>
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The early scattered drops descend with heavy fall,<br>
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And to the waiting earth the hidden thunders call.</p>
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<p>Lift up your heads, rejoice, redemption draweth nigh;<br>
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O note the varying signs of earth, and air, and sky;<br>
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The God of glory comes in gentleness and might,<br>
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To comfort and alarm, to succor and to smite.</p>
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<p>He comes, the wide world’s King, He comes, the true heart’s Friend,<br>
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New gladness to begin, and ancient wrong to end;<br>
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He comes, to fill with light the weary waiting eye;<br>
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Lift up your heads, rejoice, redemption draweth nigh.</p>
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