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When, streaming from the eastern skies,
The morning light salutes my eyes,
O Sun of Righteousness Divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase the dark clouds of sin away
And turn my darkness into day.
And when to heaven's all glorious King
My morning sacrifice I bring
And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy, in my Saviour's name.
Then, Jesus, cleanse me with Thy blood
And be my Advocate with God.
As every day Thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials and its cares,
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be Thou my Counsellor and Friend;
Teach me Thy precepts all divine,
And be Thy great example mine.
When pain transfixes every part,
And languor settles at the heart;
When on my bed, diseased, oppressed,
I turn and sigh and long for rest,
O Great Physician, see my grief,
And grant Thy servant sweet relief.
Should poverty's consuming blow
Lay all my worldly comforts low
And neither help nor hope appear
My steps to guide, my heart ot cheer,
Lord, pity and supply my need,
For Thou on earth wast poor indeed.
Should Providence profusely pour
Its various blessings on my store,
Oh, keep me from the ills that wait
On such a seeming prosperous state;
From hurtful passions set me free,
And humbly may I walk with Thee.
When each day's scenes and labours close
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy, richly blessed,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest;
And as each morning's sun shall rise,
Oh, lead me onward to the skies!
And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflict o'er, my labour done,
Jesus, Thy heavenly radiance shed
To cheer and bless my dying bed
And from death's gloom my spirit raise
To see Thy face and sing Thy praise.
---Alternative verses---
When to heaven's great and glorious King
My morning sacrifice I bring
And, grieving o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy, Saviour, in Thy name.
My conscience sprinkle with Thy blood
And be my Advocate with God.
When to heaven's great and glorious King
My morning sacrifice I bring;
And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame.
Ask mercy. Saviour, in thy name;
My conscience sprinkle with thy blood,
And be my advocate with God.
As every day Thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials and its cares,
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be Thou my Counsellor and Friend;
Teach me Thy precepts all divine,
And be Thy pure example mine.
Should poverty's destructive blow
Lay all my worldly comforts low ;
And neither help nor hope appear,
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer;
Lord, pity and supply my need.
For thou, on earth, wast poor indeed.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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1813
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 55;
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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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| 1826 | # 162 | | 1866 | # 47 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ALBEC
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 309 | F |
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