Buxton Shippy - Hear I Come

Hear o nations
The Lord is with you,
Hear o Zion
The rivers are overflowing
The tides are high;
Rend your hearts;
The time is nearing.

Gather the children,
take them to the rooftops.
Let the elders pray,
The young men
Play the flutes;
Daughters collect
The candle-sticks;
Hear I come.

Wicked men shiver;
Oppressor-man quiver
On this your last day.

Buxton Shippy

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