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Thou art worthy, Thou art worthy! We were ransomed by Thy blood.
Thou art worthy, Thou art worthy! We shall live, for Thou hast died. "Thou art worthy, Thou art worthy!" Come, Lord Jesus, come. Amen. A-men.
O'ER THE DISTANT MOUNTAINS BREAKING. 8s. & 7s. 6 lines. REV. JOHN SAMUEL BEWLEY MONSELL, (1811-1875) 1863. 1 O'er the distant mountains breaking, Comes the reddening dawn of day. Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, Rise and sing, and watch and pray. 'Tis my Savior, On His bright, returning way.
2 O Thou long-expected, weary
When wilt Thou return to me?
3 Long, too long in sin and sadness,
When shall I be wholly Thine?
4 With my lamp well trimmed and burn
Swift to hear and slow to roam, Watching for Thy glad returning To restore me to my home. Come, my Savior,
O my Savior, quickly come!