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"Nicht so traurig, nicht so sehr."

258.

From Naue's "Choralbuch," 1829.

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Morning.

YHRIST, 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 my heart appear!

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn
Unaccompanied by Thee;
Joyless is the day's return,

Till Thy mercy's beams I see;
Till they inward light impart,

Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.

3 Visit then this soul of mine,

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief!
Fill me, Radiancy Divine,

Scatter all my unbelief!

More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day!

Charles Wesley, 1740.

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7 O Christ! with each returning morn Thine image to our hearts is borne: O, may we ever clearly see

Our Saviour and our God in Thee!

John Chandler, 1837. From St. Ambrose.

260.

Proper Tune.

THOMAS TALLIS, c. 1560.

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LL praise to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, oh keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own Almighty wings!

2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed!
To die, that this vile body may
Rise glorious at the awful day!

4 O may my soul on Thee repose;
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep, that may me more vig'rous make
To serve my God when I awake!

5 When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply:
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

6 The faster sleep the senses binds,
The more unfetter'd are our minds;
O may my soul, from matter free,
Thy loveliness unclouded see!

7 O when shall I, in endless day,
For ever chase dark sleep away,
And hymns with the supernal choir
Incessant sing, and never tire?

8 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!

Bishop Thomas Ken, 1697-1709.

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