The Presence of the Lord
How fair on the hills are the feet,
Of the messenger whence to greet;
Who announces of the Good News,
That Christ has paid all your dues.
Now is time for celebration,
As he tells of your salvation;
And rejoicing while you sing,
For the risen Christ is your King.
Joyfully shout all together,
Join hands as sister and brother;
You will see it in your own eyes,
Who has been deceitful with lies.
Now since you finally abide,
There is no place Satan can hide;
Then depart from the unclean thing,
No longer the sin will it bring.
Break out into shouts of delight,
That your King will do what is right;
The Lord will comfort and reclaim,
Jerusalem within His name.
Though we do not know the hour,
Christ will show His Holy Power;
To all of the ends of this world,
As the plan of God is unfurled.
The Lord will go ahead of you,
In everything that you do;
As He protects you from behind,
In giving you a peace of mind.
Copyright © 2011 Richard Newton Sherrer
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