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Behold, night's shadows fade,
And morn is in the skies!
To Him by whom all things were made
Our aspirations rise.
To break this deathly trance
Help us, our God, our stay!
Give the freed spirit utterance,
Its languors charm away!
So sin shall cease to reign,
So safety shall be nigh;
Rend, spirit blest, the heavy chains
Of death, in victory!
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LYRICS
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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| 1854 | # 550 |
echo ' | ';
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