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<h2>ALL HAIL TO THEE, O BLESSED MORN!</h2><p align="center">
<h3>&#8220;Salvation prophets have inquired and searched diligently, who prophesied of the grace that should come unto you.&#8221; 1 Peter 1:10</h3>
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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><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_i_nicolai_p.jpg" alt="Philipp Nicolai (1556-1608)" width="129.333333333333" height="170"></td>
<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_wallin_jo.html" target="_blank">Johan Olof Wallin</a>, 1814, based on a German hymn of 1621; translated from Swedish to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_o_l_olson_ew.html" target="_blank">Ernst William Olson</a> (1870-1958).
<p><em>Music:</em> &#8220;Wie Schön Leuchtet,&#8221; <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_i_nicolai_p.html" target="_blank">Philipp Nicolai</a>, 1599 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_w_i_wieschon.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</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>
<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_a_wallin_jo.gif" alt="Johan Olaf Wallin (1779-1839)" width="116.666666666667" height="166.666666666667"></td>
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<p>All hail to thee, O bless&egrave;d morn!<br>
To tidings long by prophets borne<br>
Hast thou fulfillment given.<br>
O sacred and immortal day,<br>
When unto earth, in glorious ray,<br>
Descends the grace of heaven!<br>
Singing, ringing, sounds are blending,<br>
Praises sending unto heaven<br>
For the Savior to us given.</p>
<p>&#8217;Tis God&#8217;s own Image and withal,<br>
The Son of Man, that mortals all<br>
May find in Him a Brother.<br>
He comes, with peace and love to bide<br>
On earth, the erring race to guide<br>
And help as could no other;<br>
Rather gather closer, fonder,<br>
Sheep that wander, feed and fold them,<br>
Than let evil powers hold them.</p>
<p>He tears, like other men, will shed,<br>
Our sorrows share, and be our aid,<br>
Through His eternal power;<br>
The Lord&#8217;s good will unto us show,<br>
And mingle in our cup of woe<br>
The drops of mercy&#8217;s shower;<br>
Dying, buying through His passion<br>
Our salvation and to mortals<br>
Opening the heavenly portals.</p>
<p>He comes, for our redemption sent,<br>
And by His glory heaven is rent<br>
To close upon us never;<br>
Our bless&egrave;d Shepherd He would be,<br>
Whom we may follow faithfully<br>
And be with Him forever;<br>
Higher, nigher glory winging,<br>
Praises singing to the Father<br>
And His Son, our Lord and Savior.</p>
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