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The morning cometh.
Isaiah 21:12.
Light of the lonely pilgrim’s heart;
Star of the coming day!
Arise, and with thy morning beams
Chase all our griefs away!
2 Come, blesséd Lord! let every shore
And answering island sing
The praises of thy royal name,
And own thee as their King.
3 Bid the whole earth responsive now,
To the bright world above,
Break forth in sweetest strains of joy
In memory of thy love.
4 Jesus! thy fair creation groans,
The air, the earth, the sea,
In unison with all our hearts,
And calls aloud for thee.
5 Thine was the cross, with all its fruits
Of grace and peace divine;
Be thine the crown of glory now,
The palm of victory thine!