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The morning cometh.
Isaiah 21:12.
Light of the lonely pilgrim’s heart; Star of the coming day! Arise, and with thy morning beams Chase all our griefs away! | 2 Come, blesséd Lord! let every shore And answering island sing The praises of thy royal name, And own thee as their King. | 3 Bid the whole earth responsive now, To the bright world above, Break forth in sweetest strains of joy In memory of thy love. | 4 Jesus! thy fair creation groans, The air, the earth, the sea, In unison with all our hearts, And calls aloud for thee. | 5 Thine was the cross, with all its fruits Of grace and peace divine; Be thine the crown of glory now, The palm of victory thine! | |