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A Morning Hymn.
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Brunn alles Heils, dich ehren wir
Tersteegen. 1731.
Thee Fount of blessing we adore! Lo! we unlock our lips before Thy Godhead's deep of holiness, Oh deign to hear us now and bless. | The Lord, the Maker, with us dwell, In soul and body shield us well, And guard us with His sleepless might From every ill by day and night! | The Lord, the Saviour, Light Divine, Now cause His face on us to shine, That seeing Him, with perfect faith We trust His love for life and death! | The Lord, the Comforter, be near, Imprint His image deeply here, From bonds of sin and dread release, And give us His unchanging peace! | O Triune God! Thou vast abyss! Thou ever-flowing Fount of bliss, Flow through us, heart and soul and will With endless praise and blessing fill! | |