Hymns from the Morningland Part 6

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Morn speaks of life,--let us rise to new living, Rise with the Lord to the freedom He gives, Give to the world what the morning is giving, Hope that was born in the darkness, and lives.

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Lo, in its brightness the morning arising,-- Lord of the morning, our darkness dispel; Shine in our souls, till, the sordid despising, Rise we from earth in Thy presence to dwell.

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In the dark of early morn, Ere the light dispelled the gloom, Came the hearts with sorrow torn, Weeping to the lonely tomb.

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Brought they aromatics rare Culled from every choicest stem, And from gardens blooming fair Round thy slopes, Jerusalem.

III

Ah, the thoughts that filled the mind, As they journeyed all alone, For the Blessed Lord was kind, And they loved Him as their own.

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Glistening in the morning grey, Whence those garments fairer far Than the light that hails the day In the glorious morning star?

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List! their voices, heavenly, sweet, As the light clad angels say, Come, behold in reverence meet, Where the risen Master lay.

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Hail the gladness, hail the day, Bring no spices, bring no tears; Death has lost its power to slay, And the grave is reft of fears.

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Glory to G.o.d! The morn appointed breaks, And earth awakes from all the woeful past, For, with the morn, the Lord of Life awakes, And sin and death into the grave are cast.

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Glory to G.o.d! The cross with all its shame, Now sheds its glory o'er a ransomed world; For He Who bore the burden of our blame, With pierced hands the foe to h.e.l.l hath hurled.

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Glory to G.o.d! Sing ransomed souls again,-- And let your songs our glorious Victor laud, Who by His might hath snapped the tyrant's chain, And set us free to rise with Him to G.o.d.

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Darkness and night farewell! the morn is here; Welcome! the light that ushers in the day; Visions of joy before our sight appear, And like the clouds, our sorrows melt away.

V

Great Son of G.o.d, Immortal, and renowned!

Brighter than morn the glory on Thy brow; Crowns must be won, and Thou art n.o.bly crowned, For death is dead, and sin is vanquished now.

I

Glory to G.o.d! the Christ hath left the tomb, And ere the dawn upon the earth had broke, The Light of lights had burst upon its gloom, When He, our Light, from death's dark sleep awoke.

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Were there no eyes to gaze upon the sight?

No hearts to sing, when sundered was the prison?

Watchers there were, who lingered through the night, Angels who said, "The Master hath arisen."

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Where now its sting, since death itself is dead?

Where now the power that held the captive bound?

Weave laurels gay to crown the Victor's head, Sing carols loud till earth and heaven resound.

IV

Break, happy morn! and let the world be glad, Night is no more, and all our fears are gone; Joy fills the souls that erstwhile had been sad, Hope fills the tomb, where hope had never shone.

V

Sleepers, awake! The Christ from death awoke, Break into song, and let the silence sing, Speak to the world what language never spoke, Bring from a tomb what mourners cannot bring.

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Glory to G.o.d! The Christ hath left the tomb, Hope in our souls is shining as the sun; Clouds bring no fear, for in the deepest gloom, Rest we in faith,--the Victory is won.

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Rise, O glorious...o...b..of day,-- Christ no longer fills the grave, He hath risen with power to save,-- Rise, and clear our night away.

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Day, by seer and psalmist sung, Gladdest day for earth and heaven, For the Christ, Whom G.o.d had given, Hath the power from hades wrung.