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How beautiful of the mountains,
Are the feet of who brings Good News;
Good tidings from flowing fountains,
Blessings unto the ones that choose.
The voice of your guard that God reigns,
The watchman lifting up His voice;
For eye to eye to hear the gains,
Together they sing to rejoice.
Break forth together by singing,
Wasting inside Jerusalem;
Because the Lord will be bringing,
The guilty that He will condemn.
The Lord has bared His holy arm,
Before the eyes of the nation;
Keeping the earth from any harm,
By offering of His salvation.
Depart by going out from there,
And not touching an unclean thing;
Be vigilant being aware,
As you are waiting for the King.
For you shall not go out in haste,
Nor shall you ever go by flight;
The Lord is giving you a taste,
While you remain in the light.
Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer
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The Heralding Watchman
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