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All glorious, see, the morning breaks;

Awake, my soul, creation wakes;

And while the purple tints the skies,

Prepare for God thy sacrifice.

Thanks to my God, my best of friends,

For all the care His love extends;

For rest, and peace, and waking eyes

To view the light that fills the skies.

Let sleep my waking eyes forsake;

From sloth my soul her pinions shake;

And may the light that gladdens all,

Illume my task till evening fall.

O Christ, my Morning star, my Light,

With Thee no dread infects the night;

May darkness ne'er my life appal

Nor night, at noon-tide, darkly fall.

Bring me where morn eternal shines,

And light, unfailing, life entwines;

Where darkness ne'er its clouds unrolls

To charge with dread our fearful souls.

To Thee, O Christ, be endless praise,

O Morning star, my joy always;

Be aye my morn, for ever shine,

And fill my soul with peace divine.

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