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XVIII

7,7,7,7

Light is dawning 'mong the hills,--

Light of lights Thy beams display,

All the darkness chase away,

Light that dawned upon our ills.

Dark the day the Cross was raised

By the hands of cruel men;

Great Thy load of sorrow then;

Angel hosts were sore amazed.

Dark the world while in the tomb,

Lone in death, the Saviour lay,

Till the stone was rolled away,

And His Rising quelled the gloom.

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Fadeless now, O Light of light,

Glory of the Father Thou,

Shine upon Thy people now,

Rise upon their darkest night.

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