Swift fly the years & rise the expected morn O spring to light, auspicious Babe be born See nature hastes her earliest wreathe to bring With all the incense of the breathing spring See lofty Lebanon his herd advance, See nodding forests on the mountain dance See spicy clouds from lowly sharon rise And carmels flowery top perfumes the skies. Hark a glad voice the lonely desert cheers, Prepare the way a God a God appears A God a God the vocal hills reply The rocks proclaim the approaching Deity, Lo earth receives him from the bending skies Sink down ye mountains, & ye vallies rise With heads declined ye cedars homage pay Be smooth ye rocks ye rapid floods give way The Saviour comes by ancient bards foretold, Hear him ye deaf & all ye blind behold He from thick films shall purge the visual ray And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day Tis he the obstructed paths of sound shall hear And bid new musick charm the unfolding ears, The dumb shall sing the lame his crutch forget And leap exulting like the bounding roe.