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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>THE MORNING PURPLES ALL THE SKY</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.” 1 Corinthinians 15:26</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_d_y_dykes_jb.jpg" alt="John Bacchus Dykes (1823-1876)" width="133.333333333333" height="200"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> Unknown author, 6th Century (<em>Aurora coelum purpurat</em>); translated from Latin to English by Alexander R. Thompson, 1861.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Prince of Peace,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_y_dykes_jb.html" target="_blank">John Bacchus Dykes</a>, 1874 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_p_princeop.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>The morning purples all the sky,<br>
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The air with praises rings,<br>
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Defeated hell stands sullen by,<br>
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The world exulting sings.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p class="refrain">Glory to God! our glad lips cry;<br>
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All praise and worship be<br>
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On earth, in heaven, to God most high,<br>
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For Christ’s great victory,<br>
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For Christ’s great victory.</p>
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<p>While He, the King all strong to save,<br>
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Rends the dark doors away,<br>
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And through the breaches of the grave,<br>
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Strides forth into the day.</p>
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<p>Death’s captive, in his gloomy prison,<br>
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Fast fettered He has lain,<br>
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But He has mastered death, is risen,<br>
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And death now wears the chain.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p>The shining angels cry, “Away<br>
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With grief; no spices bring;<br>
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Not tears, but songs, this joyful day,<br>
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Should greet the rising King!”</p>
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<p>That Thou our Paschal Lamb may’st be,<br>
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And endless joy begin.<br>
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Jesus, Deliverer, set us free<br>
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From the dread death of sin.</p>
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