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<h2>NOW THAT THE SUN IS GLEAMING BRIGHT</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Unto you that fear My Name shall the Sun of righteousness arise.” Malachi 1:2</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 align="center" width="162"><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_c_a_camp_js.jpg" alt="John Spencer Camp (1858-1946)" width="108" height="161.333333333333"><br>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Wesleyan University</span></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> Attributed to <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_a_m_ambrose_m.html" target="_blank">Ambrose of Milan</a> (<em>Iam lucis orto sidere</em>); translated from Latin to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_newman_jh.html" target="_blank">John Henry Newman</a>, 1837.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Abiding Grace,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_a_camp_js.html" target="_blank">John Spencer Camp</a>, circa 1905 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_a_abidingg.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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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_e_newman_jh.jpg" alt="John Henry Newman, 1863" width="132" height="188.666666666667"></td>
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<p>Now that the sun is gleaming bright,<br>
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Implore we, bending low,<br>
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That He, the uncreated Light<br>
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May guide us as we go.</p>
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<p>No sinful word, nor deed of wrong<br>
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Nor thoughts that idly rove,<br>
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But simple truth be on our tongue,<br>
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And in our hearts be love.</p>
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<p>And while the hours in order flow,<br>
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O Christ, securely fence<br>
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Our gates, beleaguered by the foe,<br>
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The gate of every sense.</p>
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<p>And grant that to Thine honor, Lord,<br>
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Our daily toil may tend;<br>
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That we begin it at Thy Word,<br>
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And in Thy favor end.</p>
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