O great Alleuher just for a while--only for a while it shall
be, we will take our harps and fly away on the wings of
your power, and soon return to thee. From out over the
earth in tears tonight and from over the cloud-mist
seas.
A soul has been born tonight in the hills of Bethany,
shining in the light of thee, O Alleuher, glittering in
the image of thee. We will take our harps and sing
praise to thee, for the glorious gift of love to the
world for your memory.
We see your glory asleep with the children down there; the
lily of the valley, the rose of Sharon shall bare. Peace
and good will in its season to the world of despair;
while we watch and praise the Ancient of Days above the
cloud-strewn air.
O great Alleuher, a new light has been made to shine for
tonight, revealing his love in the deeds of his might.
Answering to that light that shall arise from Calvary,
shining to the world for ever shall be, out over the
earth and the cloud-mist seas.
We will take our harps and sing praise to thee, for the
children of the earth and the marines of the sea. For
the shepherds of the hills dwelling in light descending
from thee. In the songs that arise from the high hills,
in the music of the valleys and the seas.
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