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<h2>GLORY TO GOD! THE MORN APPOINTED BREAKS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Behold, I make all things new.” Revelation 21:5</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><center><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_e_wesley_s.jpg" alt="Samuel Wesley (1766-1837)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="118" height="162"></center><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_r_brownlie_j.html" target="_blank">John Brownlie</a> (1859-1925).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Gibeon,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_wesley_s.html" target="_blank">Samuel Wesley</a>, 1835 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_g_i_gibeon.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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<li>“Song 22 (Gibbons),” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_g_i_gibbons_o.html" target="_blank">Orlando Gibbons</a>, 1623 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_o_song22_g.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>Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks,<br>
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And earth awakes from all the woeful past;<br>
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For, with the morn, the Lord of life awakes,<br>
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And sin and death into the grave are cast.</p>
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<p>Glory to God! The cross, with all its shame,<br>
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Now sheds its glory o’er a ransomed world;<br>
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For He Who bore the burden of our blame,<br>
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With piercèd hands the foe to hell hath hurled.</p>
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<p>Glory to God! Sing, ransomed souls again,<br>
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And let your songs our glorious Victor laud,<br>
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Who by His might hath snapped the tyrant’s chain,<br>
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And set us free to rise with Him to God.</p>
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<p>Darkness and night, farewell! The morn is here;<br>
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Welcome! the light that ushers in the day;<br>
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Visions of joy before our sight appear,<br>
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And, like the clouds, our sorrows melt away.</p>
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<p>Great Son of God, immortal and renowned!<br>
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Brighter than morn the glory on Thy brow;<br>
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Crowns must be won, and Thou are nobly crowned,<br>
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For death is dead, and sin is vanquished now.</p>
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