The beams of gladness Hell’s dark caves illume,

And mercy broods above the distant gloom.

Bishop Heber.

Messiah comes! ye rugged paths be plain;

The Shiloh comes, ye towering cedars bend;

Swell forth ye valleys; and, ye rocks descend;

The withered branch let balmy fruits adorn,

And clustering roses twine the leafless thorn;

Burst forth, ye vocal groves, your joy to tell—

The God of Peace redeems His Israel.