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| RING in the glorious festal-tide | |
| That dawns o’er land and sea, | |
| Proclaim the story far and wide | |
| That made a people free. | |
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| A wondrous tale and often told, | 5 |
| Yet never dim it grows, | |
| And now as in the days of old | |
| No fading light it knows. | |
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| But ever fresh and bright it comes | |
| Across the moving years, | 10 |
| And gayly in our festive homes | |
| Rings welcome in our ears. | |
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| A table set in spotless white | |
| With gladsome hearts around, | |
| A hallowed scene of joy and light | 15 |
| As nowhere else is found. | |
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| The symbols of our feast in line | |
| Before our view are spread, | |
| The bitter herb and mystic wine, | |
| The Paschal meat and bread. | 20 |
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| Then from the book of ancient lore | |
| The tale again is told, | |
| With heightened tone and full rich store | |
| Of legend quaint and old. | |
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| How Israel came to Egypt’s land | 25 |
| And through long years did bide, | |
| How on them Pharaoh laid his hand | |
| In all his godless pride. | |
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| Till God, He heard their bitter cry, | |
| And swift His vengeance wrought, | 30 |
| ’Mid signs and wonders from on high | |
| The tyrant low was brought. | |
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| God led them on to victory: | |
| Freedom crowned their day, | |
| They marched away a people free | 35 |
| With banners high and gay. | |
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| And so with praise to God and song, | |
| Israel far and wide | |
| Remembers through the ages long | |
| This happy festal-tide. | 40 |
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