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! the lost one is restored! Sunshine comes to hearth and board. From the far-off countries old Of the diamond and red gold; From the dusky archer bands, Roamers of the fiery sands; From the desert winds, whose breath Smites with sudden silent death; He hath reached his home again, Where we sing In thy praise a fervent strain, God our King!