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Behold a streak of ruddy tinge
Along those eastern hills!
It crowns them with a glowing fringe,
And the horizon fills;
And through the higher gloom, from far
Descends a cheering ray,
It is the bright and Morning Star,
The herald of the day!
O come, Thou long-expected King,
Lord of all power and might;
Thou surely wilt salvation bring,
The reign of Peace and Right!
The weary nations in distress
Await Thy gracious sway;
O come, thou Sun of Righteousness.
To usher in the day!
E. L. Bevir.