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Hail, thou bright and sacred morn,
Risen with gladness in thy beams!
Light, which not of earth is born,
From thy dawn in glory streams:
Airs of heaven are breathed around,
And each place is holy ground.
Sad and weary were our way,
Fainting oft beneath our load,
But for thee, thou blessed day,
Resting-place on life's rough road!
Here flow forth the streams of grace;
Strengthened hence, we run our race.
Great Creator! who this day
From Thy perfect work didst rest;
By the souls that own Thy sway
Hallowed be its hours and blest;
Cares of earth aside be thrown,
This day given to heaven alone!
Savior, who this day didst break
The dark prison of the tomb,
Bid my slumbering soul awake,
Shine through all its sin and gloom;
Let me, from my bonds set free,
Rise from sin and live to Thee.
Blessed Spirit! Comforter!
Sent this day from Christ on high,
Lord, on me Thy gifts confer,
Cleanse, illumine, sanctify!
All Thine influence shed abroad;
Lead me to the truth of God.
Soon, too soon, the sweet repose
Of this day of God will cease;
Soon this glimpse of heaven will close,
Vanish soon the hours of peace;
Soon return the toil, the strife,
All the weariness of life.
But the rest which yet remains
For Thy people, Lord, above
Knows nor change nor fears nor pains,
Endless as their Savior's love.
Oh, may every Sabbath here
Bring us to that rest more near!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7 7 7
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1833,1835,1839
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Bible Refs:
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Ex 20:10;
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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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SACRED MORN
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7 7 7
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1895
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