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<h2>MORN OF MORNS, AND DAY OF DAYS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“In Thy light we shall see light.” Psalm 36:9</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_m_o_monk_wh.jpg" alt="William Henry Monk (1823-1889)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="139.333333333333" height="178.666666666667"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_o_coffin_c.html" target="_blank">Charles Coffin</a>, <em>Paris Breviary</em>, 1736 (<em>Die dierum principe</em>); translated from Latin to English by I. Williams and the compilers of <em>Hymns Ancient and Modern</em>.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Innocents,” <em>The Parish Choir</em>, 1850; harmony by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_o_monk_wh.html" target="_blank">William Henry Monk</a>, 1861 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_i_innocent.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Morn of morns, and day of days!<br>
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Beauteous were thy newborn rays:<br>
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Brighter yet from death’s dark prison<br>
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Christ, the Light of lights, is risen.</p>
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<p>He commanded, and His Word<br>
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Death and the dread chaos heard;<br>
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Oh, shall we, more deaf than they,<br>
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In the chains of darkness stay?</p>
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<p>Nature yet in shadow lies;<br>
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Let the sons of light arise,<br>
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And present the morning rays<br>
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With sweet canticles of praise.</p>
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<p>While the dead world sleeps around,<br>
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Let the sacred temples sound<br>
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Law, and prophet, and blest psalm<br>
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Lit with holy light so calm.</p>
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<p>Unto hearts in slumber weak<br>
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Let the heavenly trumpet speak;<br>
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And a newer walk express<br>
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Their new life to righteousness.</p>
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<p>Grant us this, and with us be,<br>
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O Thou Fount of charity,<br>
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Thou Who dost the Spirit give,<br>
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Bidding the dead letter live.</p>
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<p>Glory to the Father, Son,<br>
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And to Thee, O Holy One,<br>
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By Whose quickening breath divine<br>
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Our dull spirits turn and shine.</p>
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