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XIX

6,6,8,6

Awake! the morn is here,

The long, dark night is past;

The gladness and the light appear,

And beauty shines at last.

Awake! the morning sings,

The clouds have passed away;

The rising sun triumphant brings

The long-expected day.

Awake! the Christ arose

The first faint dawn to greet;

The smiling world in sweetness strews

Its flowers among His feet.

Awake, my soul, awake!

Arise on buoyant wings,

The sordid and the sin forsake,

And mount to better things.

Immortal Christ, all hail!

Thy power hath triumphed quite;

Sin can no more our souls assail,

Nor death, nor grave, nor night.

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