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The Dayspring from on High.
8,8,8,8
Ihr Himmel tröpfelt Thau in Eil
Johann Franck. 1653.
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Ye heavens, oh haste your dews to shed,
Ye clouds, rain gladness on our head,
Thou earth, behold the time of grace,
And blossom forth in righteousness!
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O living Sun, with joy break forth,
And pierce the gloomy clefts of earth;
Behold, the mountains melt away
Like wax beneath Thine ardent ray!
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O Life-dew of the Churches, come,
And bid this arid desert bloom!
The sorrows of Thy people see,
And take our human flesh on Thee.
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Refresh the parch'd and drooping mind,
The broken limb in mercy bind,
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Us sinners from our guilt release,
And fill us with Thy heavenly peace.
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O wonder! night no more is night!
Comes then at last the long'd-for light?
Ah yes, Thou shinest, O true Sun,
In whom are God and man made one!
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