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The sun has now a higher track to keep
Betwixt the eastern and the western deep.
Hail, festal day, of never dying fame,
When first upon the Church the Spirit came
Through clearer air it shouts more searching rays,
And makes short nights between the length’ning days.
Hail, festal day, of never dying fame,
When first upon the Church the Spirit came
For depths of cloudless sky are bared to sight,
The clear stars tell that story of delight.
Hail, festal day, of never dying fame,
When first upon the Church the Spirit came
The merry country offers all her store.
Now spring has brought its yearly wealth once more.
Hail, festal day, of never dying fame,
When first upon the Church the Spirit came
White gleam the hawthorn bushes as we pass,
And green and tall grows up the waving grass.
Hail, festal day, of never dying fame,
When first upon the Church the Spirit came
Day after day fresh flowers like stars arise,
And all the turf breaks into laughing eyes.
Hail, festal day, of never dying fame,
When first upon the Church the Spirit came
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Meter:
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10 10 r 10 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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MUSIC
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Name:
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OCKLEY
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Meter:
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10 10 and refrain
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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