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The Dayspring from on High.
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Ihr Himmel tröpfelt Thau in Eil
Johann Franck. 1653.
| Ye heavens, oh haste your dews to shed, Ye clouds, rain gladness on our head, Thou earth, behold the time of grace, And blossom forth in righteousness! | | O living Sun, with joy break forth, And pierce the gloomy clefts of earth; Behold, the mountains melt away Like wax beneath Thine ardent ray! | | O Life-dew of the Churches, come, And bid this arid desert bloom! The sorrows of Thy people see, And take our human flesh on Thee. | | Refresh the parch'd and drooping mind, The broken limb in mercy bind, 4 Us sinners from our guilt release, And fill us with Thy heavenly peace. | | O wonder! night no more is night! Comes then at last the long'd-for light? Ah yes, Thou shinest, O true Sun, In whom are God and man made one! | |