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Lord God of morning and of night,
We thank Thee for Thy gift of light;
As in the dawn the shadows fly,
We seem to find
Thee now more nigh.
Fresh hopes have wakened
in the heart,
Fresh force to do our daily part;
The kindly hours of sleep restore
Our drooping strength
to serve Thee more.
Yet, whilst Thy will
we would pursue,
Oft what we would we cannot do:
The sun may stand
in noonday skies.
But on the soul thick midnight lies.
O Lord of light, ‘tis Thou alone
Canst make our
darkened hearts Thine own:
O then be with us, Lord, that we,
In Thy great day may wake to Thee.
Praise God, our maker
and our friend;
Praise Him through time,
till time shall end;
Till psalm and song His name adore
Through heaven’s
great day of evermore.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 55:17;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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MUSIC
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Name:
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MACH'S MIT MIR
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1862
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ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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Hymn Writer
