Lift your heads with faith, the morrow
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Lift your heads with faith, the morrowDawneth brighter than to-day,Angel hands will lift the shadows,Chase the gathering gloom away.
Chorus.
Lift your heads, the day is breaking,Soon the morning will appear;Signs proclaim the Lord is coming;Lift your heads; the day draws near.
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Art thou lonely, sad, and weary,Watching through the silent night?Dry thy tears, the orient glistensLike a thread of silver light.
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What though wars and earth's commotionsCause men's hearts to fail with fear?God, your Father, rules the nations,Christ will for his saints appear.