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’Tis past—the dark and dreary night,
And, Lord, we hail thee now,
Our Morning Star, without a cloud
Of sadness on thy brow.
The path on earth, the cross, the grave,
Thy sorrows all are o’er;
And oh,sweet thought thy eye shall weep,
Thy heart shall bleed, no more.
Deep were those sorrows—deeper still
The love that brought thee low;
That bade the streams of life from thee,
A willing victim, flow.
The soldier, as he pierced thee, proved
Man's hatred, Lord, to thee;
While in the blood that stained the spear,
Love, only love, we see.
Drawn from thy pierced and bleeding side
That pure and cleansing flood
Speaks peace to every heart that knows
The virtues of thy blood.
Yes, ’tis not that we know the joy
Of cancelled sin alone,
But, happier far, thy saints are called,
To share thy glorious throne.
So closely are we linked in love,
So wholly one with thee,
That all thy bliss and glory then
Our bright reward shall be.
Yes, when the storm of life is calmed,
The weary desert passed,
Our way-worn hearts shall find in thee
Their full repose at last.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Josh 2:8; 1 Jn 2:8;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1866 | # 304 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ORMOND
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 312 | Bb | | # 332 | Bb |
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