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CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,

Christ, the true, the only light; Sun of Righteousness, arise,

Triumph o'er the shades of night; Day-spring from on high, be near; Day-star, in our hearts


Dark and cheerless is the morn,

Unaccompanied by Thee; Joyless is the day's return

Till Thy mercy's beams we see ; Lord, Thy inward light impart, Cheering each benighted heart.

Visit every soul of Thine,

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill us, Lord, with light divine,

Scatter all our unbelief ;
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

To the Father, throned in heaven,

To the Saviour, Christ, His Son,
To the Spirit, praise be given,

Everlasting Three in One :
As of old, the Trinity
Still is worshipp'd, still shall be.

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179. FORTH

TH in Thy Name, O Lord, we go,

Our daily labour to pursue ;
Thee, only Thee, resolved to know

In all we think, or speak, or do.
The task Thy wisdom hath assign'd

O let us cheerfully fulfil ;
In all our works Thy presence find,

And prove Thy good and perfect will.
Still be our grateful, glad employ,

To spend for Thee what Thou hast given,
And run our course with hope and joy,

Till with Thy saints we enter heaven.
To Thee, great Lord, the One in Three !

Let praise for evermore ascend :
And grant us in our home to see

The heavenly life that knows no end.

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GLORY to Thee, my God, this night, Teach me to live, that I may dread

For all the blessings of the light ; The grave as little as my bed ;
Keep me, o keep me, King of kings, Teach me to die that so I may
Beneath Thine own Almighty wings! Rise glorious at the awsul day.

Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, O let my soul on Thee repose !
The ill that I this day have done; And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close !
That with the world, myself and Thee, Sleep, that shall me more vigorous make
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

To serve my God when I awake.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

DRESDEN. 8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7.

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From the Dresden Hymn Book. 1767.



لے لی


THROUGH the day Thy love has spared us;

Wearied, we lie down to rest :
Through the silent watches guard us;
Let no foe our peace molest:

JESUS, Thou our Guardian be ;
Sweet it is to trust in Thee.

Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,

Dwelling in the midst of foes,
Us and ours preserve from dangers
In Thy love may we repose;

And, when life's sad day is past,
Rest with Thee in heaven at last.



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