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Hymns from the East

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2017
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VII

And glory to my God I’ll give,
And glory to the Son,
And to the Spirit while I live,
Great, Blessed, Three in One.

I

Arise, my soul, and gaily sing
The praise of thine Immortal King;
The heavens His matchless power adore, —
Awake, and sing for evermore.

II

The morning dawns at His command,
And lights the world o’er sea and land;
And upwards, see the sun arise,
To shed its glories from the skies.

III

But falls the twilight o’er our heads,
And night its sable curtain spreads;
For all His kingly words obey, —
The dark of night, the light of day.

IV

O heavenly King, in every soul,
The darkness of our night control;
And ’mid the blackness of that night,
Speak Thou the word, “Let there be light.”

V

And as the morn from darkness springs,
To speed to earth on silent wings,
A dawn more glorious shall awake,
And bright upon our spirits break.

VI

O Sun of Righteousness, arise,
And fill our souls with glad surprise;
Nor into dark of night decline,
But aye at noontide brightly shine.

VII

All glory to the God of Might,
And to the Son, the Light of light;
And to the Spirit, Three in One,
Eternal while the ages run.

I

The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light triumphant breaks;
When beauty gilds the eastern hills,
And life to joy awakes.

II

Not as of old, a little child
To bear, and fight, and die,
But crowned with glory like the sun,
That lights that morning sky.

III

O, brighter than the rising morn,
When He, victorious rose,
And left the lonesome place of death,
Despite the rage of foes; —

IV

O, brighter than that glorious morn,
Shall this fair morning be,
When Christ, our King, in beauty comes,
And we His face shall see.

V

The King shall come when morning dawns,
And earth’s dark night is past; —
O, haste the rising of that morn,
That day that aye shall last.

VI

And let the endless bliss begin,
By weary saints foretold,
When right shall triumph over wrong,
And truth shall be extolled.

VII

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