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And ye shall hold in unborn years A feast to mark this day,When joyfully the fathers rose And cast their chains away.
When crimson tints of morning flush The golden gates of day,Or gorgeous hue of even melt In sombre shades away,
Then ye shall to your children teach The meaning of this feast,How from the proud oppressor's hand Their fathers were released,
And ye shall hold through distant years This feast with glad accord,And children's children yet shall learn To love and trust the Lord.
Ages have passed since Israel trod In triumph through the sea,And yet they hold in memory's urn Their first great jubilee.
When Moses led the ransomed hosts, And Miriam's song arose,While ruin closed around the path Of their pursuing foes.
