Emily Huntington Miller

(1833 – 1913 / Brooklyn, Connecticut)

Tell The Blessed Tidings - Poem by Emily Huntington Miller

Tell the blessèd tidings, children of the King,
With your glad hosannas make the morning ring:
Songs of His salvation, nevermore should cease;
Crown Him with your praises, hail Him Prince of Peace!
Round His throne of triumph happy hosts attend,
His the power and glory, kingdom without end.

Tell the blessèd tidings, ye whose ears have heard;
Tell it to the captives waiting for His Word:
Tell the hungry nations, longing to be fed,
Of the living water and the heav'nly bread.
Mighty to deliver, tender Guide and Friend,
His the power and glory, kingdom without end.

Bear the blessèd tidings, over land and sea;
Lo, the morning breaketh, and the shadows flee!
Whosoever heareth, speed the news along,
Join with men and angels, in salvation's song.
Christ the world's Redeemer, Savior, Guide and Friend!
Thine the power and glory, kingdom without end!


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 23, 2016

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 23, 2016


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