Scripture Verse

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

Introduction

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Thomas T. Lynch
1818–1871

Words: Tho­mas T. Lynch, The Ri­vu­let, third edi­tion, en­larged (Lon­don: Long­mans, Green, Read­er & Dy­er, 1868), num­ber 162.

Music: The Bless­ed Home John Stain­er, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1875 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

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John Stainer
1840–1901

Lyrics

Lift up your heads, re­joice,
Redemption draw­eth nigh;
Now breathes a soft­er air,
Now shines a mild­er sky;
The early trees put forth
Their new and ten­der leaf;
Hushed is the moan­ing wind
That told of win­ter’s grief.

Lift up your heads, re­joice,
Redemption draw­eth nigh;
Now mount the lad­en clouds,
Now flames the dark­en­ing sky;
The early scat­tered drops
Descend with hea­vy fall,
And to the wait­ing earth
The hid­den thun­ders call.

Lift up your heads, re­joice,
Redemption draw­eth nigh;
O, note the va­ry­ing signs
Of earth, and air, and sky;
The God of glo­ry comes
In gen­tle­ness and might,
To com­fort and alarm,
To suc­cor and to smite.

He comes the wide world’s king,
He comes the true heart’s friend,
New glad­ness to begin,
And an­cient wrong to end;
He comes to fill with light
The weary wait­ing eye:
Lift up your heads, re­joice,
Redemption draw­eth nigh.