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Though Love may weep with breaking heart,
There comes, O Christ, a Day of Thine,
There is a Morning Star must shine,
And all these shadows shall depart.
Though Faith may droop and tremble here,
That Day of light shall surely come;
His path has led him safely home;
When twilight breaks the dawn is near.
Though Hope seem now to have hoped in vain,
And Death seem king of all below,
There yet shall come the Morning-glow,
And wake our slumberers once again.
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LYRICS
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1863
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