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(Dedicated to the Zionist Society of Montreal)
WE are coming, coming, coming. Fling our banner to the breeze. | |
| In thousands we are coming from beyond remotest seas. | |
| We are coming after centuries of sorrow and of toil, | |
| To make our home in Palestine and tread its holy soil. | |
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| O, let the song of gladness rise; let all the nations hear | 5 |
| The anthem of a mighty host of Zion drawing near, | |
| Across the mountains, through the vales, and o’er the ocean’s foam, | |
| Behold the hosts of Israel are coming, coming home! | |
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| ’Twas said of old by one whose lips were touched by Heaven’s fire, | |
| That God’s own house would be built up, than hills and mountains higher; | 10 |
| That from its portals would go forth to all the world the word, | |
| That may we learn His ways, and walk in truth before the Lord; | |
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| That Sword and Spear would broken be, and turned to arts of peace; | |
| That all the panoply of war and strife forever cease; | |
| That nation shall not lift up sword against nation, as of yore, | 15 |
| But listen to the voice of God and learn of war no more. | |
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| O, Children of the Covenant, perhaps the day is near,— | |
| E’en now, if you will listen, you may hear the accents clear | |
| Of One who calls the scattered brood—come to Me! children, Come! | |
| My hills are vacant. Here I am. I bid you welcome home! | 20 |
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| Then answer—we are coming! Fling our banner to the breeze! | |
| In thousands we are coming from beyond remotest seas. | |
| We are coming after centuries of sorrow and of toil | |
| To make our home in Palestine and tread its holy soil. | |
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| O, let the songs of gladness rise, let all the nations hear | 25 |
| The anthem of the mighty host of Israel drawing near; | |
| Across the mountains, through the vales, and o’er the ocean’s foam, | |
| Behold the hosts of Israel are coming, coming home! | |
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