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Morning lifts her dewy veil
With new-born blessings crown'd ;
Let us haste her light to hail
In courts of holy ground.
Christ hath shed a fairer morn,
From darkness rising free ;
In His glorious light new-born,
Let us lift the jubilee.
From the swaddling bands of night
When sprang the world so fair,
Putting on her robes of light,
O what a power was there !
When our God, who gave His Son,
His guilty foes to spare,
Woke to life the guiltless One,
O what a love was there !
When from the Eternal's hand
The earth in beauty stood,
Deck'd in light at His command,
He saw, and called it good.
Yet a goodlier world it stood
In the Creator's sight,
In the Lamb's all-cleansing blood
Wash'd to celestial white.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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Dates:
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1834
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. THEODULPH
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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1615
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 106 | No key | | # 173 | Bb | | # 10 | Bb | | # 9 | Bb | | # 1157 | C | | # 151 | C | | # 114 | C | | # 9 | C | | # 160 | C | | # 84 | C | | # 98 | C | | # 139 | No key |
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