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<h2>LIKE THE GOLDEN SUN ASCENDING</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“O death, where [is] thy sting? O grave, where thy victory?” 1 Corinthians 15:55</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_k_i_kingo_t.jpg" alt="Thomas Hansen Kingo (1634-1703)" width="136.666666666667" height="178"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_k_i_kingo_th.html" target="_blank">Thomas Hansen Kingo</a>, 1689 (<em>Som den gyldne Sol frembryder</em>); translated from Danish to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_r_y_rygh_gt.html" target="_blank">George Alfred Taylor Rygh</a>, 1908.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Werde Munter,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_c_schop_j.html" target="_blank">Johann Schop</a>, 1642 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_w_e_werdemun.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>Like the golden sun ascending,<br>
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Breaking through the gloom of night,<br>
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On the earth His glory spending<br>
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So that darkness takes to flight,<br>
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Thus my Jesus from the grave<br>
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And death’s dismal, dreadful cave<br>
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Rose triumphant Easter morning<br>
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At the early purple dawning.
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<p>Thanks to Thee, O Christ victorious!<br>
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Thanks to Thee, O Lord of Life!<br>
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Death hath now no power o’er us,<br>
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Thou hast conquered in the strife.<br>
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Thanks because Thou didst arise<br>
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And hast opened Paradise!<br>
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None can fully sing the glory<br>
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Of the resurrection story.</p>
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<p>Though I be by sin o’ertaken,<br>
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Though I lie in helplessness,<br>
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Though I be by friends forsaken<br>
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And must suffer sore distress,<br>
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Though I be despised, contemned,<br>
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And by all the world condemned,<br>
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Though the dark grave yawn before me,<br>
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Yet the light of hope shines o’er me.</p>
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<p>Thou hast died for my transgression,<br>
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All my sins on Thee were laid;<br>
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Thou hast won for me salvation,<br>
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On the cross my debt was paid.<br>
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From the grave I shall arise<br>
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And shall meet Thee in the skies.<br>
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Death itself is transitory;<br>
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I shall lift my head in glory.
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<p>Grant me grace, O blessèd Savior,<br>
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And Thy Holy Spirit send<br>
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That my walk and my behavior<br>
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May be pleasing to the end;<br>
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That I may not fall again<br>
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Into death’s grim pit and pain,<br>
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Whence by grace Thou hast retrieved me<br>
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And from which Thou hast relieved me.
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<p>For the joy Thy advent gave me,<br>
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For Thy holy, precious Word;<br>
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For Thy baptism, which doth save me,<br>
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For Thy blest communion board;<br>
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For Thy death, the bitter scorn,<br>
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For Thy resurrection morn,<br>
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Lord, I thank Thee and extol Thee,<br>
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And in heaven I shall behold Thee.</p>
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