Bhaibheri
1
M’rindi nditaurire Nekuyedza kweZioni Zvioniso zvekuuya kwake Zwaonwa here M’fambi simuka ona Kunze koda kuyedza Zvipfekedze nguwo dzako Kwaedza chimuka
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M’rindi, ona kupenya Kovhenekera zvese Zvionso pasi rese Manenj’ emusi m’kuru Apo tsuri inorira Kum’tsa vese vakafa Kubva munyika ne nyanza, Vapfeka kusaora
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Murindi ona kupenya, Kwegore reSabata Vese vanodaidzira, Umambo hwave petyo Mufambi ndoona mbiri Nyikayo yeKenani Nemusha wakanakisa, Wakakwirira kwazvo
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Muguta’ro rendarama, Pachigaro chopenya Pana mambo akanaka Otonga nyika yese Umo mumakomo ayo, Maranzi anopenya Mumhendero menzizidzo Munokura maruva
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Murindi nyika yapetyo, Michero nemaruva O mhiriyo kunofadza Mitiyo ye Edeni Inzwa mavi anoimba Owungira mumweya Ne mazana anoimba Tese tichazo vako
Watchman, Tell Me.
1
Watchman, tell me, does the morning, Of fair Zion’s glory dawn? Have the signs that mark His coming, Yet upon thy pathway shone? Pilgrim, yes! Arise, look round thee; Light is breaking in the skies; Gird thy bridal robes around thee, Morning dawns, Arise! Arise!
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Watchman, see, the light is beaming, Brighter still upon thy way; Signs through all the earth are gleaming, Omens of the coming day; When the Jubal trumpet, sounding, Shall awake from land and sea; All the saints of God, now sleeping, Clad in immortality.
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Watchman, hail the light ascending, Of the grand Sabbatic year; All with voices loud proclaiming, That the kingdom now is near; Pilgrim, yes, I see just yonder, Canaan’s glorious hights arise; Salem, too, appears in grandeur, Tow’ring ‘neath its sunlit skies.
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Watchman, in the golden city, Seated on his jasper throne; Zion’s King, arrayed in beauty, Reigns in peace from zone to zone; There on sunlit hills and mountains, Golden beams serenely glow; Purling streams and crystal fountains, On whose banks sweet flowers blow.
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Watchman, see, the land is nearing, With its vernal fruits and flow’rs; On, just yonder, O how cheering! Bloom forever Eden’s bow’rs, Hark! The choral strains are ringing, Wafted on the balmy air; See the millions, hear them singing, Soon the pilgrims will be there.
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