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<h2>STARS OF THE MORNING</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy.” Job 38:7</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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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_j_o_joseph_h.html" target="_blank">Joseph the Hymnographer</a>, 9th Century; translated from Greek to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_neale_jm.html" target="_blank">John Mason Neale</a>, 1862, alt.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Trisagion,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_m_smart_ht.html" target="_blank">Henry Thomas Smart</a>, 1836 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_t_trisagin.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>Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright,<br>
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Filled with celestial splendor and light,<br>
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These that, where night never followeth day,<br>
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Raise the “Thrice Holy” song ever and aye.</p>
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<p>These are Thy ministers, these dost Thou own,<br>
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God of Sabbaoth, the nearest Thy throne;<br>
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These are Thy messengers, These dost Thou send,<br>
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Help of the helpless ones! man to defend.</p>
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<p>“Who like the Lord?” thunders Michael the chief;<br>
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Raphael, “the cure of God,” comforteth grief;<br>
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And, as at Nazareth, prophet of peace,<br>
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Gabriel, “the light of God,” bringeth release.</p>
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<p>Then, when the earth was first poised in mid space,<br>
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Then, when the planets first sped on their race,<br>
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Then, when were ended the six days’ employ,<br>
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Then all the sons of God shouted for joy.</p>
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<p>Still let them succor us; still let them fight,<br>
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Lord of angelic hosts, battling for right;<br>
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Till, where their anthems they ceaselessly pour,<br>
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We with the angels may bow and adore.</p>
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