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Before the rosy dawn of day,
To Thee, my God I’ll sing;
Awake my soft and tuneful lyre,
Awake each charming string:
Awake, and let thy flowing strains
Glide through the midnight air,
While high amidst, the silent orb,
The silver moon rolls clear.
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marker 99
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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MUSIC
Name:
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ENFIELD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1785
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